When God is Moving You...

And I do mean literally... moving. Sometimes our conviction is so strong, we have no choice but to say, okay... let's do this!!

That is where our family is. Life as the Kansas Guys is about to look a lot different, and that is a good thing! The Hubby is getting ready to change jobs. I am in the middle of coursework for my masters degree. And we are about to make some radical changes to the way we live.

It all began about a month ago with an hour break between 'Lil Guy soccer games. We didn't really want to make the 15 minute drive home, just to turn around and come right back. So we went to browse through campers at a local camper dealer. See, traveling and camping has always been a passion of ours, but we never have enough time off, nor the financial resources to travel the United States like we really dream of. A family member has a camper that we often borrow for a long weekend getaway during the summers. But, the camper is being sold. So we thought we would look through a few smaller ones to see if any were affordable enough to continue our little summer vacation getaway, but we were soon lured over to dream through the big daddy campers. The Hubby says, "Wouldn't this be great?" To which I then opened my big mouth and said "Sure! We could sell everything, buy one, and make it our home."

That's all it took. Hubby got a glazed-over, excited look on his face. I really was just joking when I made the comment, but the idea began to take root. The kids got excited. And the discussions of really doing this began.

We made lists of pros and cons, and quite honestly, we couldn't think of that many cons. We consulted all of our closest friends and family. We held our breath and half-cringed while waiting for their responses. Surprisingly, everyone supported what we want to do (at least to our faces!). We prayed and sought God. (My prayer went something like this, "Okay, God, if it's Your will... but really? Really? A family of six and two big dogs in a camper? Really??") The bottom line, everything, and everyone kept saying "GO."

And in the undercurrent of this craziness, God kept saying "Trust. Move. Grow." Every sermon we have heard, every conversation we have had, every time we sat to read the bible, God was whispering, well no, yelling really, "Do this. Trust me."

People, you must understand, I love my house! With our big family of six, each of the four kids have their own bedroom, we even have a guest room. We have recently gone through almost every room in the house and renovated and updated. We just finished our basement. I have my dream master bedroom and bathroom. We have a huge yard. We have the best neighbors in the world that have become like family to us. We bought this house as a bank repo and paid a crazy cheap price. We will probably never again find a house this size in our price range (I know, never say never, especially when God is involved...). This is our home, and we have certainly been blessed. We have hosted bible studies, had big family dinners and big gatherings and BBQ's with friends... many, many wonderfull memories have been made here.

But God is moving. We are becoming increasingly uncomfortable and convicted with how much stuff we have. And that's just it. It's just stuff. And God is slowly prying my fingers loose. This isn't home, this is just a wonderful place where we have been blessed to live for a time. The stuff is not what makes our life great. The kids' smiles, laughter, hugs and kisses, friendships, our marriage, and our relationship with our Creator God and Redeemer Christ Jesus is what makes life great. And these are the things we can have anywhere. Even in a 40-foot camper anywhere in the U.S.