Learning to Follow

I’ve been wanting to write here for days. But in all truth, I can’t lasso all my processing thoughts into words or sentences. There are so many.

We’ve only been in Europe for six days, but it feels like we left every comfort of home about a year ago. Everything stretches us like a pair of biking shorts that are already too tight. Thankfully, we’re in Paris for the week and we feel like we know a little bit about stuff here. Not much, but more than we know about Germany for sure.

Neither one of us has a phone yet. And, I’ll tell you what, that’s a little bit scary when I’m walking around Paris with my two beautiful little girls hoping we don’t attract the wrong kind of attention. Or get stuck somewhere with no way back to the hotel we call home for the week. My husband leaves for work not sure what time he’ll get to leave the trade show each day. And the girls and I still sleep when he leaves. But he and I make plans to leave notes in case we’re not here when he returns.

And every single “at least we can . . . ” that I didn’t even know I had before, is just gone. The only thing I can fall back on is the knowing that the Lord of my life is in control and that He is good and always, always hooks His children up with what He knows is absolutely best.

And so we are learning to follow Him for real. Like the Israelites when they crossed the Jordan River to go claim the land God had already claimed for them. (See Joshua 3:1-4.) They had no idea where they were going. They just had to wait for God to move. And follow.

So that’s where we’re at. Following the God of all of life. The God of our little lives.

And He is totally taking care of the every single detail. And He is totally hooking us up.