My encounter with that truck driver was a reminder, early on, that I was truly starting over…as a child.
Having previously relied on my communication skills in the U.S., I was now stripped of what I knew. It quickly dawned on me that the idea of being “in control” and living a predictable life here was laughable. Perhaps that is why God has me here, in a new land, to teach me to let go.
This season was different than the previous adventures because I was now one-week married, without a job, family and friends, church or community, a language or knowledge of my new surroundings. I was lost and overwhelmed. Where do I begin?
Rather than Abraham’s faith and obedience to move, for me, it was much easier to look back. I wanted to hold on to the friendships and life that I had known in LA. I struggled to embrace this new, unknown world. It was easier to shy away.
As I look at those early days now, I see that I was my own obstacle. The mind can be a tricky thing. I was convinced I was leaving a good thing and didn’t see that I was joining a better one, even if I couldn’t see it.
How often do we miss out on what is right in front of us because we are holding on to the past or what might have been?
What good are you missing in front of you today?