I’ve always been one to want to be on the go. I was fine to go on a trip, come home, and spend just enough time to get some clean underwear and hit the road again. I never really did a lot of travelling growing up except to go visit my dads house…and it was just in Memphis. Church youth trips were always fun because I got away. And I can remember waking up the next morning after returning home…and for the first few moments forgetting I was home and expecting to still be “out” somewhere.
My senior year I got to go to Mexico w/ a school trip. Up to that time it was the most fun I’d ever had in my life. Just because of the friends I was with and the memories made. Since then I’ve been a few places in the US and to Costa Rica twice. Maybe I should count my blessings and be thankful for the litlte travel I’ve done.
But I’m realizing more and more that I have a big inner desire to travel. To go to big places (or little) here in the States, but also around the globe. And quite possibly to even go and live in a different country. From my two trips to Costa Rica, I could see me living there. But maybe to go to England or New Zealand or Australia. Man, that would be out of this world!
There was a time when The Wife and I thought that we’d have to have a specific directive from God to ever let us know if we were to move way off to a place like that. But now I think we’re both of the opinion that God can use us wherever we are…and He’s looking for willing vessels everywhere to pour Himself into…so why not be one of them WHEREVER!
I’m not expecting to move anytime soon. But you never know what God has planned.