Sometimes I think that I will wake up in my bed, the one located in Pottstown, Pennsylvania, and turn to my husband and say, “I just had the craziest dream . . . we were living in England – it felt so real! Isn’t that funny?”
What happened during the past two years is that we were living our life as church planters in the land where I grew up and were so crazy into it that we had never imagined that we would leave it. So fiercely did we love that church that it would be as absurd to leave it as it would be to leave behind one of our children. And then we did. . .
My husband and I both started to feel unsettled about where we were in life. The question of staying long term where we were, surprisingly turned into a real question. It started to become fuzzy about whether or not we could see ourselves there 5 years from now. And then God presented the opportunity of moving to England to join a work there. I called my parents and left them a message “to call me back”. I needed to be connected with someone that they knew to pursue a visa. My mom heard the message and even though my words were mundane and few, she told my dad, “Amy has something big to tell us. . .maybe she is having another baby. . .” No, not another baby. . . I thought that this would be “the time we talked about moving to England” until we held those visas in our hands and got on a plane with one-way tickets, 4 kids, and 16 pieces of luggage.
And here we are. We have lived in a foreign country for a year. We have climbed, not in triumphant way, but in an ugly, earth-eating kind of way through this year. I haven’t just woken up from a dream – we really live in England. As hard as this year was and for all the “no-one could’ve-prepared-us-for-this” moments, we were equipped for this big move as we had already survived a lot of hard in ministry life. No need to go into details at this moment, but we had already learned that God is enough. And honestly, we really like England and we adore the church family that He has given to us here. We are good.