…That is the Question…
munch almonds beside a cup of reheated coffee. My tousle-headed preschooler is
in bed, and the older kids help at our church’s summer Vacation Bible School
part time jobs and considering one especially. This one would require an
intensive full-time training period, lasting over six months. My motivation was
the resulting flexible part-time schedule with numerous days home with my
family, but the process to get there suddenly seemed daunting.
my chest. Could we do this? Was it wise for our family? Would the end justify the
crazy period to get there?
couch. He talked, his mouth against the back of my head. He wasn’t sure what to
think either, but he murmured calm into my mind. We hugged in silence.
the idea and its pros and cons past some friends over a night of games and
fresh Vietnamese spring rolls. Late at night, fingers twisting the frayed couch
threads, I whispered the idea over the phone to my sister, and she practiced
newly-acquired counseling techniques with me, asking questions and waiting.
me gently as I walked the neighborhood circle, greeting neighbors, and guiding
my three year old on his blue bicycle. Training wheels scratched the road on alternate
sides, and he drove in mild diagonal lines across the street. I weaved with him,
gently nudging the wheel towards safety and watching for oncoming traffic. His
red duct-taped helmet hung low over his eyes, and he squinted into the setting
sun. I knew the path, and he was happy to simply bike beside me.
Our eleven month process to sell our home, find a new one, and prepare to move
is almost over. In seven days we close on our new home and drive away from this
current one. We’ve seen our God’s extravagant hand so clearly through this, and it speaks
calm to my mind now.
on. Thank you, Abba. I’m happy to simply bike beside you too. You weave beside me,
nudging me into safety and you know the path we’re on.