Sometimes I think I hear God calling me to a future ministry on the move.
Traveling to distant places; suitcase, camera, and laptop in hand.
Utter reliance on God for everything right down to a place to lay my head.
Speaking. Teaching. Training. Photographing. Journaling. Telling Stories. Giving shots.
Whatever. I dunno.
I’ve been picturing a wild, beautiful adventure in Christ as I go where He sends me.
It’s begun already, even now as I sit in the warm and secure place I call home, caring for my Alzheimama, our kitties, and the birds of our back yard.
Where life is slow, but steady.
It is present now as I worship God and lay down what I want for what He wills.
Perfection for compassion.
Independence for freedom.
Entertainment for contentment.
It is in full swing, even now as I put on my adventure wear (Ephesians 6:10-18) and gather my adventure gear (2 Timothy 3:16-17).
Stepping out in faith. Just as I am. In Christ.
Even in my recliner, I’m already on the move.