Whirlwind is the best word to describe these last 3-4 weeks. Never in our lives have we been more sure about where God was leading, but also overwhelmed by the enormity of the life change. In His kindness, He always provides the grace needed to walk out whatever He’s called us too.
About 4 weeks ago, Amy and I were feeling a stirring in our heart to explore relocation to Jackson, WY. After our 2018 trip, we fell in love with this area and put it on the “bucket list” for one day settling down, but to be honest, never thought it would be a reality. In May of this year when we got back to the area, we began to attend a new church plant from FreshLife.Church and were quickly impacted by the sense of community. It felt like the church was here for us, but also that we were here for the church. It was strange because we were moving on in 6 weeks to Montana to continue our Full-time RV living adventure. But, the feeling was something we just couldn’t shake. As we began to process what we were sensing and feeling, we tried to determine how a move to a place like this would even be a possibility. The truth is, it wasn’t possible. The “barriers to entry” in this area are extremely high. Nothing we could do could force this into a new reality.
If you’re anything like me, God often uses music to communicate something I need to hear or need help putting words to in my own life. Today was one of those times. As I drove into work, I listened to this song for the first time: https://youtu.be/4oaRYLEIeis
I immediately downloaded it and began playing it on loop for the 45 minute drive. I’m not ashamed to tell you that tears filled my eyes as I listened to the lyrics so beautifully describe the desire of my heart, but so often not the actions/words I live out.
If you have a couple minutes, I encourage you to listen to this song. Really listen to the lyrics. I know it can help you recenter on Christ, like it did for me this morning.
To Lauren (Lauren Daigle):
Thank you for your sincerity in these lyrics and your heartfelt delivery of them!
I’ve been thinking about my Dad a lot lately. It’s been 5.5 years since he passed away from cancer, but that wasn’t the first disease he/we battled with in his life. The realization came to me the other day that he was my age when he was hit with Multiple Sclerosis. As a kid, I watched my Dad go from a guy I could kick a soccer ball with, to a hospital bed for 3 months, only to come out in a wheelchair for many years to come. In that time, they also determined he had diabetes that would require injections multiple times a day indefinitely.
My Dad was never accused of being “healthy” in any form. He did drugs for years, ate too much, didn’t exercise, was angry and yelled a lot. Too many things to pass off as just “being Italian.” Even so, being a child watching him have mobility, energy, dignity stripped from him, was heartbreaking. I had to be “the man of the house”. My Mom and I had to do everything. I mean how many kids are lifting their Dad in and out of bed, or the bathtub, or the toilet? How many are loading wheelchairs into the car, check the oil in the engine and air in the tires, etc? How many go from a fairly normal income to below the poverty line because their Dad no longer works and Mom can’t because she’d had to become his nurse? I don’t say this as a sob story, it’s just my childhood story.