We shipped my sister - my bean - off to the other side of the world yesterday. For the next year [at least] she's going to be teaching english to adorable little button-faced Korean children. Kendall left for her adventure, too - serving in the Peace Corps in Nicaragua. And Chelsea left for Uganda. All on the same day.
Part of me really longs to be in their shoes. Once the travel-to-obscure-places bug bites, it's darn near impossible to cure. [Not that I would want to be cured] But when I really think about it, I'm quite content and even happy to be where I am - in podunkie little Crescent City. Because that's where the Lord has called me for now, and as unexotic as it may be, I wouldn't trade it for any all-expense-paid foreign place that was outside of that will and design. I've done my share of floating on the outer rim of God's best for my life, and I really don't care to revisit that locale.
Words can't do justice to how happy and proud I am of those three incredible girls for following the voice of God to the far reaches, and doing it with humility, grace, and thanksgiving. They have some of the most beautiful hearts I've ever had the honor of seeing, and I know they will do immeasurably great things by the grace of God.
It's amazing to me how when we step out in faith, God responds with 'right back at ya, kid'.... It really shouldn't surprise me. How many of those verses along the lines of 'seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all these things will be added unto you' have been ground into my little christian brain since I was old enough to memorize them for sunday school prizes? Seriously. Good thing my heart is finally catching up.
