Only hours into a 26 hour drive, my mind drifts as the the car cruses with a hypnotizing drone that I know all too well. I get déjà vu from the familiar route and sights. The feelings I carry, along with a car load of baby stuff are also very familiar. Fresh good-byes. It seems like everyone has a different technique that they use, but we all share the difficult reality it produces. It’s almost like a band-aid for me. It hurts real bad when you yank it off, but the sting fades as you look ahead. But that just leads to the familiar feelings of unrest of the unknown. What will this training look like? Will I still know how to fly? Will I get along with my new co-workers and management? The flood of emotion quickly fades when I realize how much my back hurts already. It’s gonna be a long 26 hours.
The reality is that there are so many unknowns for us right now, but there is a history that puts my soul at ease. The history of how we got to where we are: the provision for school, passing the flight and ground tests, surviving bachelorhood AND 6 years of marriage, living comfortably on little, getting jobs, paying off school debt, acceptance into MAF, provision of ministry partners. The list goes much longer. Having this history of God continually providing friends, finances, peace and even occasionally divine intervention means I can trust Him with what’s next. The trial period of living apart from friends and family, the difficulties of training and working with new people, having the car make it without exploding, these can be put to rest. I need reminded of this, because I sometimes don't believe it.
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