Longing for Home

I wish I could explain my heart today.  I’m just longing for home.  Home in Ukraine.

I can’t put words on the screen that express what’s coursing through my soul today.  So many mixed emotions and feelings.   Ready to go, but can’t get my head around the fact that in 13 weeks, we will be boarding a plane with 11 people (and 33 suitcases) and we won’t be coming back to the USA for a couple of years (we’ve committed to ourselves that we are going to stay long enough to get really settled and planted before we make a visit back to the USA — yet, as I write that, I wonder if we’ll really make it that long).

In my time with the Lord this morning, I was studying about the power of the words of a believer and the authority they carry because Christ Jesus.  I was reminded of Matthew 17:20:

He replied, “Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

I have to admit that the mountains in front of us (financially) seem not only impossible to move, but also impassible.  I wonder most days if I have the strength to climb them if God chooses not to move them.  And do I have the strength to do it with 10 other people trailing behind me.

When we were “offered” the house and property to purchase, I knew in the instant that it was God’s plan.  Yet, within hours I was questioning how it would ever be possible financially.

So there it is…  I say I believe God, but my actions and thoughts betray me.

But this morning, I had a great time with the Lord (even though he was taking me to the woodshed).  I realized this morning (or should I say was reminded by the Great I Am) that I have yet to verbalize for this mountain to move.  I hoped it.  I’ve half heartedly asked God to move it.  But God reminded me today that there is power in the spoken Word.  There’s something about actually saying the words out loud that add credence to them, give them authority and, frankly, act as a declarative of my faith.

Would you believe that when He prompted me to tell this particular mountain to move OUT LOUD, I sat there for about 10 minutes before I could even get the words to pass my lips.  When I finally got the courage to utter them, it was barely a whisper.  God said to me…”did you really just whisper that?  Do you really think that sounded convincing and that any mountain would be hopping up and moving for you?”  I gained courage and declared…”Mountain…MOVE!”  I was more specific than that, but that was the gist of it…

So…longing for home…telling and expecting the mountain to move…trusting God…following Him…and excited out of my socks that He’s called us to serve Him in Ukraine.

13 weeks and counting…

My last Sunday at FBC Moore will be the last Sunday in January.  We’ll travel down to Texas to say goodbyes to family and then we plan to fly to Ukraine on February 14.

Blessing the Name of the Lord!!