Sometimes I Write

God told Abraham to leave his home and everything he was comfortable with and go to a land God would show him. He was 75 years old, but God said “Go”, so he did. God’s call is a funny thing sometimes. We are moving to Colorado. Now that all of the important people know, I can write about it. I am excited and scared, happy and sad, ready and yet unprepared. (No, I’m not PMSing!) How many people do you know that would be willing to give up a good job, steady paycheck, and laidback life in the midwest to move toward the mountains to work with teens that live on the streets? We don’t know where our money will come from (although I’m thankful God already knows), where we will live, who we will be working with, or when all of this will take place. Just step out on faith…and keep walking…oh by the way, there are a whole lot of people watching to see what’s going to happen next. There have been mixed reactions to the news. Some have cried, some have gotten angry, some have just shaken their heads like they think we’re nuts. I am especially thankful for the ones who have encouraged us, commended our faith, and pledged their support towards this adventure.

This past year we have fallen in love with Dry Bones, a ministry to homeless street kids in the Denver area. Benny took a group of teens and adults from Westlink to participate in a week long “mission experience” with Dry Bones this summer. He came back a changed man. I knew then that we’d be there eventually. (I’ve come to know that look in his eyes.) We thought it would be atleast a few years down the road, but we started praying. We prayed for opportunity, wisdom,and clear cut direction. We thought God was leading us to financially support the existing ministry, and try to gather supplies or whatever they might need. Then on a Thursday afternoon in October, we got a call asking if we’d be willing to move to CO to be a part of a team to plant Dry Bones in a new city. There are team members already living there laying the groundwork, and they had been praying for an additional team member. Benny was the name God kept giving them. We prayed some more and God has clearly said “Go”. Such a simple statement yet it has turned our lives upside down! Since the day we decided to go, Satan has been kicking our family around and looking for ways to devour us. We’ve experienced sickness, 2 deaths of people we love, discouragement from people we thought would lift us up, 2 VERY long roadtrips with 3 small children, and a variety of little things too numerous to mention here.

Our teens and their parents were suprised but not shocked. Several of them have told us they knew back in June that Benny was made to do that kind of ministry. Our church is already in transition planning a new building addition, so the timing is not ideal for them. We hoped to stay for 6 months to a year to give us time to raise our financial support, but the elders are already very busy seeking new Youth & Young Family Minister possibilities. That alone makes me uneasy. So, we plan to stay until they find someone to replace us. I know in my heart that God knows all of the timing in this, my head is having a harder time accepting it. I guess I’m fighting the feeling that we’re going to be pushed out of the boat before we can step out on our own. I don’t want to be treated like we gave 2 weeks notice. I can’t control how people treat us, so I have to be ready for whatever comes. I’m excited about the ways I know God will use us in the lives of the teens in the Boulder area, but nervous about all of the change and how it will effect my own kids. (Max still tells us he wants to move back to Indiana because that’s where he was born and he likes it better!) Zoe and Pete are young enough that other than missing some of the people (especially Danita) they won’t know the difference. They’ll get to see Grandma & Grandpa Miller more often.

Once again I am being called to trust in the one who created the path I’m on and just follow where He leads. It may be well lit and evenly paved, and it may be rocky and filled with valleys. Either way, off we go…This isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. So many thoughts…