As I sit here writing to you I am surrounded by packing boxes and suitcases. Our time here in Northern California has come to an end and we are in the process of packing up all our belongings ready to return home to Western Australia.
It is a bitter sweet process really. We have so loved living here and we have met some wonderful people that we now consider apart of our family. It has been very hard to say goodbye to the people we cherish and the city we have fallen in love with but at the same time we are very excited to be returning to our home and to our loved ones. I recently heard somebody explain the feeling like this “I am always home sick because I am never fully home. As I have moved and traveled a little piece of my heart has been left all over the world with the people that I love. I guess we are never fully home until we are all together in eternity”.
The experience we have had here at ministry school has been life changing. It has been an amazing time of personal and spiritual growth for us all. It has been a time of fresh revelations, immense breakthroughs, learning, discovering, stepping out, being brave and bold….. and I could go on and on….
The end of this chapter in our story has finished and I am very excited to turn the page and start the next one. It is a blank page ready for our story to be written. What the story will contain I do not know, but I look forward to it with hopeful anticipation.
*We will be traveling and settling in back home over the next couple of weeks so this space will be a little quiet but I shall be back writing again very soon:)
Once upon a time I used to dream of wondrous adventures, about taking off into the big wide world with the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face.
I would dream of wondering the streets of Paris with my lover on my arm, perusing the boutiques and dining at the finest cafe, eating the freshest breads topped with divine cheeses.
Of cruising around the Greek islands on a beautiful boat, swimming in the ocean and watching the sun sink into the sea.
Of traveling the world with nothing but a bag on my back, a camera around my neck and my best friend, my hubby by my side.
I never dreamed that this would become my life. It used to just be a fantasy, something hoped for but never thought would actually happen.
But it did. I wandered the streets of Paris, sailed around the Greek islands and many many more exotic destinations. I traveled the world with my best friend and now my children. I can not put into words how amazing this is to me. Every time I recount my travels to a new friend that I meet I am amazed at the adventures we have taken these past eight years. We are so very blessed.
What is the next adventure that I am dreaming of? To be home, in my little home by the sea with my close friends and family once again. To be walking down my favorite beach hand in hand with my hubby while the children run and play in the sand and sea. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and this is very true for me and my home town right now.
Will there be more adventures for me and my little family? Probably! We like to go wherever the wind may take us (and by wind I mean the Holy Spirit) but for now the wind is calling me home. Only nine more weeks and we will be back on Australian soil.
I am taking part in the Life Captured Inc Prompts.
Last weekend we left our little city of Redding behind and headed north and into the mountains. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. As we traveled the interstate it took me back to a few years ago when we were traveling the same road. At the time we were heading back to Vancouver after the best holiday our little family of three had ever had. I remembered that I was feeling sad that our trip was coming to an end and deep in my heart I was hoping that one day we could come back and expereince it again…
… and then fast forward three and a half years to now, here we are traveling interstate five through California once again, this time a family of four instead of three. My heart is overflowing with joy and thanksgiving.
We drove up to Shasta City for lunch and we ate in a really cute old school burger bar, Greg said that it was the best burger he had ever tasted. Shasta City sits at the bottom of Mount Shasta, we were going to go and explore the mountain but there was snow at the top which would have been exciting but we were not dressed for snow as we only had sandals on our feet! Instead we went and explored the waterfalls on the McCloud River. The waterfalls (there were three in total) were stunning. We were able to climb over the rocks and explore a little more closely at the lower falls. You can hike a trail between the three waterfalls and I would like to go back and do that sometime soon. The only thing that puts me off is the knowledge that it is bear country out there!
As we drove home my legs were tiered and I was feeling very weary after our adventures. It was so nice to arrive back at our little apartment, it really feels like home now. My heart was still full and overflowing with joy. We lead a very blessed life. Recently I was reminded that my blessings are nothing to do with me and all to do with Him. I am not entitled to them, I did not do good works to earn them, it is by His grace. It is Gods great pleasure to give us the desires of our hearts. So I will give thanks to the Lord for what he has done for me and is doing in me. His love endures forever.