Pack your bags

Three weeks ago I emailed my friend and ex-teacher (once a teacher,always a teacher) Shannon with a life update. In it I mentioned that I was turning down a job offer and was waiting for whatever was next in my life.

Her response was: why don’t you come to Canada for 2 weeks? You could help in our youth camp.

My response? Thanks but I can’t financially take that on right now.

The next  day I accepted another job offer from the employer I had previously declined.

She wrote back to me (not knowing I had accepted a job) saying: How about I get you here, anyways? 

(What? Get me there as in fly me to Canada even though I can’t afford it? Yes.)

But, I had just gotten a job. Actually, I had only had that job for one day when I got her email. I couldn’t even think of going to Canada. The timing was so off.

But God has a strange way of sorting things out and I’d be stupid to put limits when he’s set on tearing down walls. 

So… I’ve packed my bags to go to Canada on Thursday. Now, there’s a twist to this statement. I need a Canadian visa, which I don’t yet have. So technically I might be going to Canada on Thursday. That is, if I get my visa. I’m not worried though, I know God will do exactly as he pleases (it’s better like that).

Still, packing my bags seems silly when I don’t know if I’m going or not.

It’s silly to invest time and energy into a project/relationship/career/…. that may or may not work out.
It’s silly because it’s uncertain; it requires faith.

Go ahead, pack your bags even if you might not get to go. Get changed even if you might get stood up. Start writing even if no one starts reading.

Have some good ol’ blind faith; some trust amid uncertainty.

It’s what makes our messy lives worth living.

Do you agree? 

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