Have you ever believed that there is something inside you that is growing? Something that was given to you in your innermost being that makes you feel most alive. Every once in awhile you taste it or touch its effects on your life. Maybe it's through a conversation that went far deeper then the friendships involved, but yet were somehow intensely wrapped up in them as well. Maybe it was in a moment when nothing on the outside was special per se but on the inside, for an instant, you felt aligned. Maybe it was something that took you altogether by surprise and you knew there was more designed, more created, more birthed in the days ahead for you. Where is the moment when you discover that what is yet ahead of you is more accurately you than what you've lived so far? And how do you make sense of the choices that define how close you get to becoming... {you}
My family and I are making one of those choices. Not the last choice to be made or maybe even the most significant one, but one that marks out quite tangibly fear in the One who created you. Who created us, our family. As Psalms 47:4 says, "He chose our heritage for us..."
We are moving to Portland, Oregon. A place that is many miles from were we are now. In order that it may bring us to a place where we long to journey in the many roads ahead. Beautifully, our children are excited to see what may become of it as well. It probably won't be a long stay, maybe a couple of years. It is an opportunity that, once presented, we just couldn't get it out of our minds and hearts. And mostly because it touched that part of us that has been growing into being the most...{you}
