I have a confession.
Sometimes I go online and ogle real estate. Just to see what’s our there.
Efrain and I have only ever been homeowner’s once. We lived in a new home for a
year and a half at the peak of the housing market. God used the sale of that
house to pay off our college debt, a vehicle, and then, off to the mission
field. We moved out of the practically pristine house before we ever painted it
our own colors, or filled it with furniture and years of memories. Sometimes,
looking at houses I imagine the comfort of the beautifully finished bathtubs
with plentiful water, and clean perfect lines of tile and paint, with orderly
smooth lines throughout. Then I imagine myself working at my nice paying job,
going to church on Sunday, listening to the missionary speaker, and being moved
to speed the coming of the Lord, to work in the last Harvest field. I imagine
myself packing up my beautiful home, selling it all, and getting on the plane, full
circle to right where I am now.
You see, I know I can never really get away
from The Call. I’ll never be able to not hear God speaking to me about where He
wants me to be. I could only enjoy my beautiful home for a short while before I
would once again feel the tug on my heart, the itch of the Holy Spirit to get
moving, and in a moment of crazy abandon…obeying. You might as well obey The
Call early and often because otherwise you will totally miss the adventure. The
adventure is rarely glamorous, and the adventure won’t sustain you when things
get bleak. But being in the perfect center of God’s will, trusting and obeying,
is the real sweet spot. As they say...location, location, location.
