It's hard for me to believe that we are actually planning to move across the world. Are we really going to do that? Are we really going to sit on a crowded jumbo jet for 16 hours with two (hopefully quite drugged) children? Are we really going to have a big garage sale and watch some random lady walk off with the first couch we ever bought? I remember the day we brought it home from the furniture store, to our little apartment on Duncan Avenue in Fayetteville. It smelled like scotchguard and foam, and it was such a pretty color blue! It is now slightly faded where our butts have sat, ever so comfortably, while we played scrabble or watched good movies or argued...and then made up (with a hug, now, get your minds out of the gutter).
I remember as an eleven-year-old, I looked around my Junior High youth group and thought to myself, 'If every one of us grew up and went to a different country, the whole world would hear the news in our life times.' It seemed so simple to me then - just get up and go! I guess that is what He means when he tells us to be like the little children. I only wish I could sit down and talk with my eleven-year-old self again. Maybe she would help me remember why I'm about to sell my couch. Dad, make me like I used to be. Simplify me.
