Packing by Faith

        Where are we going?
        What will we do?
        How will we get money?
        When will we be settled?
        Where will the girls go to school?
        Who will we be?
        Who will be our friends?
        Where will we go to church?
        Where will we go next?
        Will we be safe from robbers, persecutors, perverts?
        How will our dreams come true?
        How will we secure our future?
        How will we prepare our daughters for this life?

I DON’T KNOW! But God does . . . .

We do know a little bit about where we are going and how we will get there etc . . . but not enough for me.
God has been comforting me. At church today the message was about trusting our weakness to God and embracing it. I feel so weak so desperate for control I spend my day mentally mapping out the future, trying to get a grasp on how, where, when who. I am full of questions. How will I love people who hate me and are mean to those I love? How can I go to a place where there is risk on every side? Is this truly the voice of God? Am I just making things up? Why would I put my family though all this pain and difficulty? It better be worth it! Is that really my concern though? Really. I am not the fruit. God produces through me. I am not responsible for the outcome of my obedience I am responsible to know His voice, to love His name, and give Him glory.

So by faith I will pack up this house not knowing where or when we will unpack. By faith I will embrace the weakness of travel, homelessness, and parenting small children in public. On my knees I will pray for my daughters, listen to God and raise them without embarrassment. By faith I will trust my dreams visions and passions to His timing and His ways. By faith I will pack knowing that He has said GO.