Three years ago, M and I were about to embark on a trip that took us to half a dozen countries and provided one of the most formative experiences of our lives together. I was actually exploring N. Israel today in 2014, and Mulch was preparing for his long journey to join me in Palestine just a few days from now.
(sea of galilee, aug. 2014)
As a new mom, where the most adventurous things I am doing right now are going grocery shopping and taking my dog for a walk, I am so thankful for the days that we spent outside of our what was familiar and known. Sure, we could have probably saved quite a bit of money by not traveling, but those memories have made us richer in experiences, our love for each other, and our understanding of the world around us. Ask us both, and we have no regrets.
(athens, sept. 2011)
Together, we have visited SE Asia, the Holy Land, Central America, Eastern and Western Europe, and a few US states along the way. We’ve slept under mosquito nets blanketed in humidity, walked through hollow buildings that were formerly used as concentration camps, and swam in crystal blue water without another soul in sight. By bus, by ferry, by plane, in the tube, and with our feet, we have seen the world. We are rich.
Perhaps the greatest adventure so far has been welcoming our little O into the world. Parenthood is like nothing else I have experienced, and doing it with M has made it even better (because let’s face it: raising babies is no easy task. We need each other to survive). While most families look to settle down on the arrival of a little one, we’ve done a bit of the opposite. And while it may not “make sense,” looking at our lives, who we are, it does make sense. God is tapping into who he has made M and I to be, reminding us that He knows what will truly make us alive. And that’s by taking risks and following Him.
(saying goodbye to our apartment, aug. 2017)
When we returned from our big trip three years ago, we moved into a little apartment in downtown Santa Barbara. The owners weren’t the best at upkeep, but we loved living there. This past weekend, we said goodbye to the home that we began “real” life together–our first real jobs, our first pup, and our first baby. Onward we go. In September, we will fly ourselves and send our belongings across the ocean to start a new adventure in Honolulu, HI.
Sure, we could play it safe, wait until O is older, do all the things to be smart and secure and etc., but I know we are going to be all the more richer from doing it the way Jesus is calling us to do. Though we are excited and terrified all at the same time, I know that looking back on our life and decisions, we will be so thankful that we were obedient.