Honestly, I have never moved. For about 15 years now I was established in just this one place.
Sure,
trips and travels happened.. And when I was much smaller, we did move a
few times. The longest time "away from home" I had recently was last
year, when I went to the Czech Republic for DTS.
Now...
it's a complete move. Move out. Surely though, I know that "You can
take me out of Ukraine, but won't take Ukraine out of me".
When,
two weeks ago at midnight, I got the email that shouted to me "My visa
has been approved in the States!" I choked on words and cried hard.
Happiness overwhelmed my mind.
The human inside of me is worrying for so many things. My spiritual person is clenched onto God's hand.
Recently,
in a "quiet time" when I was complaining to God, He reminded me in a
joking way that I myself had been praying to go to the States and serve
there.
Some time ago, when I had just stuck to
missionaries and started to get to know that missionary type of life, I
tasted bite-by-bite the radical life with Jesus. Many missionaries that
"worked on" me were Americans. Of course it was them, I should say.
They (and ok, not just Americans) were an example for me to leave
comforts for the sake of a calling. Some of them were the first to bring
the Gospel to us here, behind the Iron Curtain. The next ones stretched
my worldview by their presence in my life.
So yeah... I'm moving to the States... What, for 3 years at least? Wow.
Yes, I am nervous about that. But, as well I very much want to start my life there.
Life.
It is a precious thing. It is easy to take it away, to bring it down..
But the opposite, to color it, to tune for good, to lift it up, to make
it swing... This is a big work, and consistency is needed.
Da,
I want to move there. Yes, I want to continue on being a missionary at
that place, sure I want to be abroad, and yeah I want to follow this
calling... Oh yeah, surely I want to miss home so bad.. and yes, cry
because the culture is...cultural. I know that I will move my face to
the side (what does it mean, eh?) when I look at the prices and see
people walking in shoes at home (yes, this is a big deal to Ukrainians).
But, I am excited for the differences in culture. I am excited for...
DRAFTS. Welcome me in your arms.. I will be allowed to open the window
at any time and won't be afraid of someone shout at me "Close it! Now!
Don't you want us all get sick and die?" (Yeah peeps, this happens here
in Ukraine. We don't like drafts). And so on.
USA. Boston...Coming very soon. November. Home. New home.
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