It was a big step to decide we were going to Thailand.
It was a big step to tell our family & friends that we’d be moving around the world.
It was a big step to tell my boss/dear friend at The Spero Project that I’d be leaving soon.
It was a big step to start asking everyone we know if they’d give us money to make this possible.
But, these were all merely steps, and though they felt challenging, we had no idea what was coming. [And I’m afraid we still don’t. Oh no.]
We are now faced with what I would call the three jumps. Jumps are much different than steps, you see: they are harder to turn back on, and require a greater risk.
Jump 1: purchasing tickets.
Jump 2: quitting our jobs.
Jump 3: actually getting on the one-way plane.
Jump 1 faces us tomorrow. With the wonderful help of a travel agent, we’ve been looking at tickets for around $1100 each. This includes a stop through England, where we’ll spend a week with my dear sister and brother-in-law, for which I can hardly wait. We have been praying through this, seeking wisdom, and we think this is it. So we’re jumping.
And as we jump to purchase these expensive, non-refundable tickets out of our savings in the morning, please pray. I’m personally praying for a miraculous drop in price, and would love for you to join me. How wonderful would it be to find them hundreds of dollars cheaper tomorrow? I would cry with tears of joy that God is good and loves us! [That said, if they devilishly jump up in price tomorrow, God is still good, He still loves us…and there will still be tears.]
So here we go.
Here goes, better throw my hand in/Wish me happy landin’/All I gotta do is juuuummmp! (from Aladdin, as he jumps with Jasmine. Pretty much us. But minus the government chasing us.)