The Gift of Lack...

Well, it's decided...we're moving back to the States. After a four year journey of stepping out of the boat, this chapter of our lives is drawing to a close. How do I feel, people ask me... I'm not sure yet. Of course, it will be hard to say goodbye to people we love, people who've been a daily part of our life. Yet I can't help but be thrilled. Thrilled that my kids will be with their friends, thrilled that we'll have more time with our parents, thrilled to have daily interactions with my precious sister friends, thrilled for all things American that I've grown to appreciate so much more since we left. Thrilled to understand what my kids' teachers are telling me during parent teacher conferences. I sense for some, they look at us in pity, as if this is a failure... yet to me it feels like freedom. Freedom to go back w/o regrets. Freedom to follow God into the next chapter of our lives knowing that we are His beloved. Freedom to be reminded that our salvation is not based on what we do for Him. Freedom to embrace the ordinary, the familiar, if only for a little while. Freedom to be. Thank you Jesus for the gift of the lack.