Today marks the 10th year of our traveling life and an end to a year of sitting in a paddock belonging to a friend. I’m still not quite sure how I will fit everything from that year in this blog as it’s too complicated for such a short post. So I will start with this week. We had a family member offered to buy us a house for around $200,000 as an investment for themselves and which we could rent for a low price for a couple of years. Finding a house for that amount in new Zealand that wasn’t falling to bits is a tough ask. Although grateful that they thought of us I don’t think it’s our journey as yet. My kids and wife desperately want a place to call home and I get that I really do but I just don’t see that as our path even if it was possible.
I have been praying about where to go and I moderately felt north again. I tested it by looking at going south instead and felt from God it was time to go north. How far north? Kaikoura for now. It’s about 3 hours away and since Serena hasn’t really driven anywhere further than Christchurch in the truck one time in the whole year it was probably the right amount of driving for the first trip. So we planned to be out of here this weekend and wouldn’t you know it Elizabeth ends up in Hospital with appendicitis. Three days later and she’s home and me and Serena are trying to not feel overwhelmed getting things ready to move.
I also spoke with her dad today about the possibility of going back to Whangarei to live. He said he would be open to giving Serena half of the farm since that’s the minimum subdivision size. It’s not the size that’s important though as we don’t really need that much space. I think about what we left behind to start this journey of faith and Discovery. Do i really want to go back there? I’ve spent years doing things for other people and for their needs. Even sacrificed my own families needs at times. This time I feel I have to put them first. I decided that it’s better to do things in faith than fear so I paid for our ferry crossing with the intention of moving back to Whangarei, probably for good and then I committed it to God asking that his will be done not mine. Quietly I’m hoping that this step backwards is a step forwards because I’m too old to go through all that hardship again. Quietly I’m hoping for a reprieve from God. A stay of execution so to speak where at the last minute he rescues me from another dumb decision and steers us on the right path. I’m mindful that the beginning of this new journey is very much like our first journey. Always trying to be open the the leading of his spirit. That divine wind that gently blows us in the direction he wants for us.
Bon voyage.