In a few weeks, I will have this opportunity again. Only this time, I will have twenty four hours alone. From Dallas to Los Angeles. Early morning drives, late night stops, and numerous bathroom stops. I'm really excited about the trip, but I'm pretty nervous as well. I'm not so much nervous about the distance, or the reckless driving around me. Not so much about the loneliness, or about getting lost. But about leaving what I was comfortable in. Leaving what I knew. Leaving this place where I believed God had called me to, at one point. Leaving a place I considered to be home.
My reason for the excitement? In about twenty two days, I will have a new place to consider home. New people to minister to. New friends, of course not forgetting the old, and a new church. But what gives me the most excitement, and joy, and happiness, is the day I see Debbie smiling at me and saying, "Welcome to your new home state!"
Philippines, West Virginia, Georgia, Tennessee, Florida, New Jersey, Michigan, Texas. Another long-distance drive. Another trip. Another transition. California.
