We still have two milestones remaining before we may actually leave for Bangladesh: the sale of our house in Bath and waiting on the last bit of financial support. What has been a pleasure to discover is that we aren’t antsy or impatient. A year ago, when I imagined what this stage would be like, I imagined we would be in limbo, confused and nervous. Instead we’ve been given a peace that makes little human sense.
Every additional week has proven necessary in some way – whether for detail we hadn’t thought of or someone whom we could see or spend more time with. Even as I work at a small local hospital, or fill out seemingly endless forms (six copies of each!), or just spend a day carrying boxes, I’m rested.
A friend of mine, Steve, says, “When I do it, it’s called
procrastination, but when He does it, it’s called, ‘His perfect timing’”.
