“The mountains are calling and I must go.”
We woke up this morning with a strangely calm feeling. Despite the journey ahead, 1600 miles with the seven of us and our entire life packed into the trailer and cars, we feel strangely calm. Despite not knowing what is out in Franklin, Tennessee and despite walking away from business and income here, we woke to a feeling of peace and comfort.
As we went through the motions of final preparations, loading the overnight luggage and food into the car, the magnitude of what we were doing started to sink in. The time had come. This wasn’t just a vacation or a sabbatical. We wouldn’t be coming back. And the loved ones, the friends, the community and all of the places we have made memories as a family – they weren’t coming with us.
We knelt in prayer as a family in my mother’s living room. We knelt and prayed for strength, for patience, for courage, for safety, and for peace. We prayed for those we were leaving. We prayed for our own hearts to be comforted. The tears began to fall as we embraced and took a deep breath.
Here’s to deep breaths. Here’s to risk and adventure. Here’s to doing the things we say we will. Here’s to throwing caution to the wind and leaning into the unknown. Here’s to saying yes despite the hard. Heres to living life outside of our comfort zone. Here’s to leaps of faith. Here’s to guts, gumption and a hell of a lot of moxie. Here’s to looking for the magic and finding it.
See you in Tennessee…