Peanuts for God

“For I am the LORD, your God,

who takes hold of your right hand and says to you,

Do not fear; I will help you.” Isaiah 41:13

Today I need to be reminded that I have nothing to fear. Moving my family into central Africa is peanuts for God. He’s got this one. And the next one. And the next one. That’s good to know because I’ve just recently realized that I need to label this time in my life as “really stressful.”  Organizing a move anywhere would be difficult, but into central Africa is harder. I promise you, it is. We have to pack a mobile pharmacy in case the kids get sick, taking the Great Dane with is proving almost impossible because they don’t fly a plane with a big enough cargo hold for her to fit in into Bujumbura… we get a million phone calls a day and make a million phone calls a day while trying to sort out some of the bah-zillion logistics that have landed at our door. On top of the logistics, I am trying to guide a confused four year old and a precocious one year old through this move. I am tired and overwhelmed and yes, just a little bit cranky.

You know what’s great though? Once we made this decision to go, to move, to leave, to follow our dreams…. nothing but goodness has come. I am not saying it has always been easy, but I am saying we know our path and it feels good. Am I weighed down by all the sadness of goodbyes and am I grieving the thought of leaving? Most definitely. Tonight I could barely see through my sweating eyeballs to pack, but it doesn’t change how good it feels to be on the right path as a family. Yes, it’s hard, and yes, it’s good.

Luv,

me

Image by Scott E. Knutson. Taken while visiting me, his sis, last week. Kirstenbosch Gardens, Cape Town.