ready for the next adventure

Some people have adventure thrust upon them while others willingly (if not often willy-nilly) choose adventure. I would say I'm of the first group, getting dragged along behind M, who belongs to the latter.

Our house sold and we're moving down to the Fraser Valley. In 3 weeks. Do we know where we're going to live? No. Does M have a job yet? No. Does any of this matter because we know God is leading and calling us to do this? No.

It is ironic that someone who detests change and upheaval as much as I do wholeheartedly agreed to this next adventure. In some ways it's an even bigger deal than when we decided to move up to Houston in the first place. We knew we were supposed to come up here; we know we're supposed to move back. In some ways this accepting attitude is a reflection of how much I've changed in the past 2 1/2 years. Oh, I still worry and wonder about a million different issues and questions, like where to live, packing, and what about a job, packing, and the drive down... etc. etc. etc. But right behind or right in the middle of all those stresses comes the prayer and the reminder that God is in control and He's taking good care of us. This is what makes me ready for the next adventure - meeting it with faith - whatever it may bring.