We just arrived, now it’s time to leave again.
Time is flying by.
Just a few more weeks and we will be flying, quite literally, to Ecuador.
Until then, the thing that is flying is time. Abigail just turned 10. Madeline will turn 12 the day we land in Quito, and Elijah will be 3 years old nine days later. We have seen our friends here in Blairsville for such short spurts of time. Short and dear.
Time is such a precious commodity. We are honored that so many have taken time to spend with us. Much of it in unglamorous, seemingly unnoticed ways. Pulling pork, making deliveries, washing dishes, moving boxes. Lifting us up on prayer.
Thank you.
As I take a moment to ponder the value of time, how I value it, how we value it as a culture, I think about my time with the Lord.
Surely He knows we have to raise support, visit churches, apply for International Driving Permits and such. But what if, what if that isn’t the kind of time He desires from me? What if the thing He desires is more? More of the unglamorous, unnoticed stuff? Pulling the hidden sin out and asking Him to get rid of it? Making quality time deposits into my children’s lives? Moving my priorities around so that they match His? Spending more time lifting up others in prayer?
So, just a few more weeks and we will be flying, quite literally, to Ecuador.
Our 10 bags will be packed, our good-byes said, and the time will have flown by. I pray that every moment will be valued for what it is. A precious gift.
Many Blessings,
Amy