As I write this, our home of fifteen years looks like a bomb hit it. We are packing...and we are realizing that we have a lot more stuff than what we thought. Trying to fit fifteen years worth of stuff in boxes, borders on the overwhelming. So, we are doing the unthinkable...deciding on what to keep and what to sell and what to give away. Some of these things have no monetary value, but they are loaded with sentimental value. My first teddy bear, Louise's doll, a shirt signed by all her classmates at graduation, items that belonged to our parents and grandparents that simply cannot be used anymore, and so on. I have a number of books that simply won't make it to Gambela...they are just too old, many sporting dates from the late 1800's.
So there is a moment's hesitation between the act of picking up the item in question and the act of placing it in the box. Yes, no, maybe. Then there is the Scarlett O'Hara option. I'll think about it tomorrow...in the box it goes.
The flat we will be moving to is fairly small. One bedroom with a den. We have already experienced the joys of downsizing. Our gorgeous King-size Indian Rose-wood bed was sold last week and we have been wrestling with a full size instead, but so far we have only bonked our heads once. But space will be a problem, so at some stage the procrastination will have to end and we will have to morph into something more ruthless. More of a yes, no, no, no...no!
And then there's all that has to be done to get us ready for the adventure called "raising support" - or partner raising, as we prefer to call it, because that is exactly what our supporters will be. Partners with us in the work of the ministry in Gambela.
To say we need prayer is an understatement...but we know we have many prayer warriors out there who lift us up to the throne of mercy and grace daily and for that we are most grateful.