We are almost there. Hopefully, we close on the house next Friday and we are on the road a week from Monday. For me there is a palpable buzz in the air, the mood has shifted yet again, and we are intent on doing things for (really) the last time. One set of things is the housekeeping chores, like doing the last load of free laundry and emptying the tanks so we can start out on empty. The other is emotional and relational things, like spending extra time with Shannon’s folks, a last meeting with my reunion group, one last trip to our favorite date spot in Durango (low on the priority list, as I know there are restaurants in the outside world. . .there will be more dates, but we have this coupon for free appetizer or desert). Today we had a farewell potluck at the church where we have attended and served for the last fifteen years, and experienced a tremendous outpouring of love and generosity. We will be able to buy the rest of the tools we need for our Nomads service with the gifts from our church family.
I had a bit of an epiphany last Sunday. Over the last two years of preparation, I have never felt like the guy who made all of these grand plans and then presented them to God for his approval with an invitation for God to join him, and God just laughed. It has felt from the beginning that God has been with us, behind us and before us on this journey and that we are looking forward to seeing what He has in store for us out there. If this is the case, then I also have to believe that when things happen that are not according to our hopes and dreams, that this is still God’s plan and there is a good reason for it. Looking at my life this way has allowed me to let go of a lot of the silly little stuff I was fretting about.
So last week when we failed our septic inspection, and we both had visions of the whole house sale unraveling and having to stay here for another year and pour thousands of more dollars into this house, we were able to slow down and look at the big picture. Is there something besides hair and grease clogging our leach line going on here? Is there some reason beyond our knowing that we are supposed to stay here a little longer? Well, apparently not. Thanks to our friends Mr. Rooter and Dr. Pumper we found a creative way to solve the problem that is acceptable to the buyer and doesn’t require our presence. We are waiting for final approval of the plan by the buyer’s lender to see if we go ahead with the close on Friday.
I can feel Shannon and I testing our personal boundaries and settling into a different mode, too. Even though we do a lot of our lives as a couple, there are aspects of our day-to-day that we do separately. As we embark on this journey together will we be ok doing everything together or will we each need to be more sensitive to the other’s need for “me time?” I know we wouldn’t have started off on this journey if we felt that we didn’t have the kind of relationship that could stand up under this kind of pressure.
A lot of my leavings in this life have been sort of skulking out under the cover of darkness, with no fanfare or tearful goodbyes. This one has been a matter for much open discussion and prayer as we have purged and sold and gifted our way into a simpler way of life. This time we are being sent out with a lot of love and the continued prayers of all of our friends and family here in Aztec.