Have you ever wanted to run away from home?
Most of us would have a memory of wanting to run away from home as a child, in varying degrees of seriousness! However, in recent times, I have been experiencing this desire for real, as a grown up. I’m sure I’m not alone!
I was ready to pack up my family and my dog (and my cat, at a stretch) and take off to find some sunshine.
You see, this year has been crazy (and yes, I’m well aware that we are only halfway through). My husband and I have stepped deeper into ministry than ever before and I’ve gone back to work full time for the first time since becoming a mum.
To say I’ve felt overwhelmed at times, would be an extreme understatement!
So, when we hit a significant setback in our university ministry and Simon lost his job and I got offered a dream job in W.A., complete with ridiculous salary and prime opportunities for adventures in the sun, we were pretty ready to just go. Our roots were not in Hobart, we have no extended family here, our house was already on the market, there was no real reason to stay, was there? We were so ready to go; everything in me wanted to run; I talked to my friends, I organised my leave, my bags were basically packed! Because surely, an opportunity this good had to be God’s will? Surely? Right?
But I just couldn’t find peace. In fact, I was too scared to take it to God because I was afraid of what he might say.
Deep down, I knew that we had to stay here, stay put. I just didn’t want to sacrifice my dream.
Eventually (key word), I listened. I listened, even it hurt.
In Genesis 22, I rediscovered the story of someone else who was willing to sacrifice a dream. In fact, the dream in question was even more precious than my Kimberly adventure. Isaac wasn’t just Abraham’s beloved son, he represented God’s promise for future generations. He was Abraham’s only chance to leave a legacy!
Even though his heart was breaking, Abraham was obedient when God asked him to sacrifice Isaac. He took his boy and tied him to the altar.
And guess what, God had something better in mind for him. And for me!
When I was willing to sacrifice my dream, the words that the Holy Spirit whispered to me were “it’s time to stop just living here and make this home”.
For me, that meant allowing my roots to go down so deep that no storm could make me want to run away and no opportunity or greener pasture could steal my focus and draw me away. Because the difference between somewhere you live, a building, a house, a structure and a home, is that a home costs you something. You put yourself into a home. You make choices and every decision you make, makes it more yours. It’s easy to live in a display house; there’s no risk, but if you want your home to reflect who you are, you have to accept responsibility and take some risks.
Home is hard, but it’s so worth it. As Abraham discovered when God provided a ram, God always has a better plan.
Only days after we committed to staying put, getting planted, our house, which had been on the market for almost two years, sold and I immediately got offered a promotion at work.
There is always a cost to making somewhere home, but the reward is so much greater.
“They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green.”