My heart is full tonight. The last two months have been a flurry of activity. Remodeling the kitchen, preparing children’s items from our stockpile to sell at a consignment sale, finishing up the school year, fighting a three week cold, doing some long runs in training for the Lincoln Half Marathon, and discovering pinterest (oy vey). It’s all added up to a big case of weary. In a quiet afternoon of leisure at my in-laws’ pond a few weeks ago, with the sun shining down and the warmth of comraderie all around me, my heart suddenly felt a pang. I was leaving this. And a season of counting the cost began.
Okay, Lord, let’s do this. Time with our parents while they are healthy and strong. Sundays and Wednesdays with our life giving, passionately worshiping church. Snowy Christmases with family and my mom’s signature dumplings and sauerkraut. A predictable income. The love, sweat, and tears poured into our home and gardens. Game nights and birthday gatherings with friends and loved ones. The confidence of knowing the language spoken in the streets. And so on.
But just like the Lord, He had encouragement and joy waiting in the wings. Call of a Coward, the book I had forgotten I’d asked to borrow, was placed into my hands, the transparent story of someone like me who followed the Lord out into the unknown. So tonight, from the comfort of my reading chair, I was able to walk down streets in Guatemala, watch soccer matches in Costa Rica, and hug dear ones out in the nations from afar. Tonight my heart is full with all that the Lord has in store for us. The cost is real, but so is the blessing of trusting him more fully.