My house is busy today.  Father and daughter are off and the sun is shinning so there are jobs to get caught up on and lots of chatter.  Dog is a little hyper as he gets more attention when others are here.  I, just moments ago, made an announcement that I needed to go sit at the computer and get some thoughts out of my whirling brain.  I have given the instruction that no one is to disturb me for a little while.  (WOW!  Is it ever quiet.)  So here we are, just me and those of you that will read this.

Yesterday marked the end of yet another book in the series of Morph and Judy.  Yesterday we said good-bye to New Brunswick Bible Institute – a job and family that we have been apart of for the last seven years.  Over the past couple years we have felt a stirring, an itch, a change in wind direction…whatever you want to call it; we have known change was coming we just didn’t know what, where, when or how.  However, this year it was made clear to Morph that the change was resigning from his position and the door would close after graduation.  It was not the easiest decision to make as we all like to stay in a comfortable place – a place of familiarity and routine.  But it is usually when you leave the comfort zone that you discover new adventures, blessings and stories of God’s grace to share with others.  It can be nerve-racking, but it also brings about excitement and a sense of expectancy.

So,what now?  Absolutely no idea!!!!  I know!  Crazy, right?????  Funny thing is we are good.  We are not worried or confused – we are at complete peace.  Normally, Morph takes the summer off as school is out, so this is nothing new, however come September it won’t be classes as usual.  So we look with a little trepidation mixed with some excitement and a whole lot of expectancy to what is next.

My mind has gone back to this winter season that seemed to leave us only days ago.  Call it a mid-life crisis if you want, but my hubby decided at the tender age of 40 he wanted to try the sit ski.  For those that don’t know, it is a basket that is attached to one or two skis and is used to hurl disabled individuals (at breakneck speeds) down a snow covered hill.  (Okay, so maybe my nervous fear of this devise came through slightly in that sentence.)  It sounds a little scary (unless you are one of those nutty thrill seekers) but if trained and handled correctly, it can be a wonderful instrument to allow those with disabilities to experience the sport of downhill skiing.  This was the case for Hubby as he had a great instructor that we were able to trust completely.  How does this tie in to resignation and waiting for a new job?  Well, one option is we could be making this decision on our own and doing things our way, but that would result in an out-of-control, terrifying ride to the bottom, probably resulting in a major crash at the end.  The other option, which is more appealing and describes this situation perfectly, is the fact that yes, we are sitting in this basket-like device with two skis and yes, we have very little strength to steer or control it going down the hill, but we have the assurance of knowing Someone is behind us holding the handles.  It is taking that step of faith that God is in control of our sit ski (our lives, our future) and he is going to steer us (guide and direct us) gently and safely to the bottom (the next opportunity).  We are really just along for the ride – experiencing what that all entails – and resting in His peace.  This is what brings the comfort and joy; the assurance that He is going to take care of all the details and the questions we may have.  It is what allows us to say before we close our eyes at night, “No worries!  God’s got this!”

Please stay tuned for the release of the next installment in the series “The Adventures of Morph and Judy”…..