You may or may not know by now that about a month ago, with about 8 weeks to go until the move, I injured my knee. I dislocated it at the gym, and in the process, tore a ligament and fractured a bone. I want to be really honest and say this is the point that I wanted to give up. So badly.

In the last 6 months I’ve faced an overwhelming amount of doubt, discouragement, worry, fear, confusion, rejection, resentment, frustration, anxiety, and uncertainty surrounding the decision to go. Just when I thought I had cleared every hurdle, I lost my ability to walk by doing some silly cross fit routine at the gym. It was recommended that I have surgery. I spent two weeks on my couch. Just me and my bible and all my resentment, my anger, and my issues God told me I couldn’t take with me if I wanted to go. It was a humbling and challenging time. Besides, that, it was so confusing. Was God shutting the door on this to me? Was it a trial to overcome? Or a denial on His part? It was so tempting to put the trip off – just for a while, to some undetermined date in the future, after I had surgery and healed up. In the midst of this, I actually gave up and decided not to go at one point. Read more…