Oddly, the last few days I've had these two men running through my head.
You may think it's strange, and so do I. But I do have reasons.
I can kind of identify with Metta World Peace. I am trying to hold together an image of who I am and who I claim to be , but inside I just feel like violently elbowing someone to soothe my frustration. Pray for World Peace. And for me. We are really no different. And try not to judge us.
I am also reminded of Cuba Gooding Jr. I could be wrong about my movie reference here, because I'm not the kind of girl who remembers much about movies. But I do recall a stunning and powerful scene in which I think Cuba starred that I watched years ago. I think it was called Man of Honor and in it, there was a man who was called upon to do a job. That job was to save the ship by swimming down to shut a hatch or something to that effect. Anyway the powerful part was that this man knew that he would not make it out alive - that he would be sacrificing everything he had to do the right thing. And agonized, he dove in. Nothing in him WANTED to make that choice.
That's how I feel about moving. There is not a shred of my being, my heart, my soul, my body that wants to make this move. Except that I know it's the right thing for my husband. So I am diving in...
I will fare much better than that character. This was just a character.... I am living a real life under a real God who will guide us and show us his unfathomable grace and favor. He will do more than we ask or imagine. He will carry us when we are sad and show us the way.
Today, I read this verse (from The Message):
Simply put, if you're not willing to take what is dearest to you, whether plans or people, and kiss it good-bye, you can't be my disciple. Luke 14:33
I am willing, Lord.
Pray for peace.
