On Our Way

So, (flex) we leave for Costa Rica today (pose for blog photo)!  Yes, it’s going to be awesome! (Well, at least all the pictures we’ve seen are awesome.)  Of course we love adventure! (Although... we have never even been on a rollercoaster together.)  We are going to teach English! (We don’t have jobs yet and don’t exactly know where to look.)  The plan is to be in Costa Rica for a few years. (We may not get another tourist visa, and will have to leave after 3 months.)  We are going to post updates on our blog! (So everyone will know if we fall on our faces!)

These are the thoughts that have been running through my head.  And I know, I know, it is all just fear of the unknown.  And once we get down there, we’ll take it day by day, and see what happens, and God will lead every step we take... I get it.  But, let me just say, for the record, changing your life -- no matter how awesome -- is a little scary/awkward. 

Transitions are the 14-year-old version of life, with big teeth, lanky arms, too much hairspray and feet that are just big enough to trip over. Awkward. We are 35 years old. We have a kid.  Everyone expects a certain amount of responsibility and security. And we are doing something different.  
So, yeah, we’re scared.  But not in a hide-in-the-corner-and-cover-your-eyes-until-it’s-over kind of way.  No, we’re just ready to strap ourselves into this rollercoaster and hang-on-for-dear-life- screaming-our-lungs-out-and-laughing-like-idiots kind of scared.  And we may fall on our faces, tripping over our awkward feet, but we will do it while attempting to live from our hearts, doing the things that matter to us.  

The other night I was walking Cassie to sleep, singing softly, my footsteps rhythmically calming us both.  And I heard myself singing, “Every little thing’s gonna be alright.”  The Bob Marley tune Three Little Birds, which I'd never thought of as a lullaby... "Every little thing. It's gonna be alright." I'm singing over her, and my Heavenly Father is singing over me, "Don't worry 'bout a thing. 'Cause every little thing’s gonna be alright." (God singing Bob Marley... ? Why not?)  I felt a smile creep across my face.  And then my shoulders, which I didn’t know were tense, began to relax.  It was such a ridiculous and hilarious thought, the God of the universe rocking me to sleep with a reggae lullaby, I couldn’t help but grin.  

Then I noticed something.  I wasn’t scared anymore.  I wasn’t nervous.  I was just a child, safe in her Father’s arms.  In Costa Rica, or wherever we end up.  Every little thing’s gonna be alright. Every. Little. Thing.  

Oh, and, I think we might have found a theme song for our trip.