Just recently, after being in our current home for nearly five years and settling in nicely in all areas, he came home with the news. The words. The words that bring great anticipation, a little fear, and whole lot of questions. The opportunity, praise God, was not in Bangladesh. It would be a good career opportunity. It would be on the water. (We both love the idea of living on the water.) It would be a little closer to extended family. It would be exciting. We initially agreed to to throw our hat in the ring. Why not? What do we have to lose?
Then, panic set in. We can't do this. Big Sister just arrived. Larry is starting Kindergarten. Sporty is excelling in and out of the classroom. I am in my second year of Seminary and have never been so passionate about working toward God's purpose in our lives. We love our entire community. Our village.
Then, reality set in. Accompanied by a mix of emotions. It is not just the two of us. There is so much more to our family these days. The 'opportunity' would not have the cultural resources that we cherish here. It would not have the excellent soccer coaches and training opportunities. It would not be close to my school. It would not have our current community, our church. It would not have an acclaimed and globally diverse school system. It would be overly white. It would be too much of a risk. We couldn't do it. For the first time ever, we would be letting the so-called opportunity pass. And we were at peace. Because God does not call us to chase opportunity, he calls us to chase him.
In the years following undergrad, some friends would joke that I lived out of a Uhaul. That was actually fairly accurate. A few months in one location, a few years in another. The only plan was to go where the next door opened. It is a strange way to live, but it was familiar and I enjoyed the thrill. Then, my path crossed that of my future husband. Another Uhaul resident. We were married within a year (crazy, I know) and continued the follow open doors and God's calling. It was easier to do before children arrived and I thank God for those years of adventure.
Years ago, I had a friend tell me that his family was no longer "Light Infantry", but rather an entire "Mechanized Armor Division." At the time he told me this, I could have been considered a "Military Scout." It was just me, with not a care in the world. Now, I completely understand those words, because they are how I feel most days. We are no longer just two people united in marriage, but rather part of God's interweaving of people and places. Boots and a backpack don't really cut it these days. There are so many moving parts to consider. And sometimes the opportunity is right where we are. No Uhauls needed. It still sounds strange to say this, but we are home!
...at least until the Lord tells us to move!
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. -Proverbs 3:5-7