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I feel like this is the summer of moving. Every time I turn around, another friend announces her time here has come to an end and she and her family are moving to a new city. Each time I hear the news is bittersweet. I am excited for their families, but will feel a void from their absence.

I would love to keep everyone I love close. No one would move away and we would all live happily ever after together. But, that's not reality. I saw a picture of my friend celebrating the contract on her house and I was happy for them but a little sad that they would be leaving soon. I have known her for years and even though we don't hang out all the time, I still love her presence in my life.

As much as I would love to hold everyone hostage and build a commune, I need to let them go. I want others to experience the blessings that are in my life. If they stay here, the world outside of North Texas will never know their awesomeness.

We limit ourselves when we say no to moving; to leaving the comfortable for the unknown. The world, and other communities, need us to move and scatter. They need our personalities, gifts, talents, and love. When we hold ourselves captive to the space that makes us most comfortable, we miss out on being used in extraordinary ways. And the people in those communities miss out as well.

"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit" Matthew 28:19

Jesus called his disciples, his friends, to go. He didn't ask them to park it where they were at and get comfortable. These men dropped everything they knew and loved and went out into the world. I often wonder what their families thought. Was there any push back? Did their moms cry and beg them to stay?

While some of us are called to stay right where we are at right now, I believe many of us stay because we're scared to leave. There is a season to grow where you're planted and there is a season to leave everything you've ever known and plant new roots. When we ignore that itch, that feeling that it's time for something new, that community misses out on what we have to offer. Don't hinder yourself out of fear. Don't leave the new community with a hole because you were too scared to move. God will meet you there. He will bless you in the new and unknown.

It may not be easy. You will face challenges and even shed a few tears. But, I promise you, it will be totally worth it!

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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