Where you go, I will follow
16 years ago today, I left my hometown of Sydney, Australia for the wild, wild west (aka San Francisco).
At that point in my life, I was a mess. My personal world was in chaos and in the middle of the biggest turmoil I’d ever experienced, God picked me up and pushed me out of the nest.
I arrived in San Francisco barely knowing a soul, and with little idea of why I was there (apart from the job which was ostensibly the reason I moved countries). One thing I knew for sure – as crazy as everything seemed, this was a God idea.
God went before me, orchestrating relationships, a church family, pastors who would lead me towards healing, financial provision and hope for the future.
Over the years, I’ve watched God restore what was taken, revive things that were “dead” and faithfully lead me through valleys and mountain tops. Even in my darkest moments he has proven Himself faithful.
“I have never once doubted that He was with me, for me and altogether trustworthy. ”
Some things we will never fully understand this side of heaven. It’s taken me 16 years to have even an inkling of why I had to leave all I knew, every safety net, all my dreams and hopes, to rely 100% on Him in an unfamiliar land.
I have every expectation that the next 16 will be equally full of opportunities for God to call me to follow and for me to heed His call.
