Twenty Four Hours

Alone on the road for about sixteen hours. That's plenty of time to think about the past. Choices made, actions taken. That's also plenty of time to consider future choices, future decisions, and future actions. That happened almost four years ago.

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.

Reason Enough...

Life as we know, is full of transitions. It can be a transition from one grade to another. Or maybe one schoolgirl crush to another. It can be a transition from one ministry to another. One state to another. In my case, it's the latter two.

A few of you know about my past, my past of living in five states in the last 5 years. Some may say that this would be an incredible experience. Some may say that it would be too unstable. Others would say, that it would be rather difficult and lonely. All these thoughts are true. At least I would think so.

So... Another transition in my life is arriving. And this will go down in my life's history as the toughest, biggest decision I will ever make. I'm not a great writer. I don't know all the rules and regulations, but I hope I am keeping you interested.

Recently, I turned in my resignation letter to the church I have served with, for the past three and a half years. I served as the Worship Pastor of this church, which is located here in Dallas-Fort Worth. It has been a crazy year! I have been praying long and hard for this move (I wish my parents were both still alive. How I wish could give them a call, and ask for some advice. Something.). But somehow, I could not arrive at a decision. I couldn't move forward. For a few great reasons, I kept telling myself that it wouldn't be the right decision to leave. I knew God had brought me down here to DFW, from Jersey. Without a doubt. Practically speaking, I had to resign. That should've been reason enough actually. But it wasn't.

Late 2009, I started some conversations with this girl... Fast-forward: She's now my girlfriend, given straight from God. I'm moving to California, to start a new life, a new ministry, and a new chapter. She was reason enough.