Ten years ago this month, we boarded a plane with our three small children and left the familiar and beloved for the unknown. I can remember looking across the aisle at my exhausted wife as she cuddled our two daughters (who, at the time, were covered in scabs from chicken pox!), as I searched my heart again for that certainty that I was leading us all according to God’s plan. And the call of God was so clear….so pressing….that there was no question in our hearts that we were doing the right thing.
But if I’m going to be honest, there have been moments since then when that call wasn’t so clear…when we questioned whether or not we’d heard aright…when the press wasn’t coming from a conviction in our hearts, rather it was coming from a battle that felt too fierce.
I can remember in my first year of youth ministry, during a discouraging season, a dear friend reminded us that God’s timetable is very different from ours. 
