There is a season....

Julie and I moved to Virginia three years from ATL, GA because we wanted to be closer to family and felt a leading for ministry overseas. Fast forward to three years later, we have a great home, a 20 month old boy genius, and another one on the way. Now, that I have begun to settle into a career and have a growing family it is difficult, at times, to follow God's leading to be involved in overseas work. There are times when I feel overwhelmed at the mere thought of being in a developing country, not a developed country, with my family. And with no definitive plan in place it makes it even more of a struggle to uproot those who I hold most dear to a culture that I know little about.

We know that in the near future we will be moving somewhere in North Africa. I have had the opportunity to visit Tunisia and Morocco and enjoyed my experience each trip. The experiences, culture, people were all intoxicating. I remember thinking that I could find myself living here for an extended period of time, in each of the two countries. Each of these trips however were stays of only a week. A short enough time to get your feet wet but not quite long enough to fully take in the magnitude of adjusting to a new culture.

Yesterday, we sent out our first letters informing family and friends of out intentions in the upcoming months. Although, I feel that I can never be fully prepared or ready, moving forward is the only thing I know to do. If we continue to talk and wait, then we can possibly talk and wait until our children are grown and I retire from my current position. No, going forward feels right and I feel compelled to do so. We will see what happens in the next few weeks to months.