The hours went quickly, and I noticed, as we pushed off to leave, that my heart decided to stay there. I let myself consider what it would be like to make this my home, to live here and to continue to learn and to teach, and I imagined the what-if’s, had I stayed. 

I wondered, what if Moses had considered the Red Sea as his sign to surrender to Pharaoh and his armies? How did he discern whether to keep going or turn back? Indeed, if he had listened to the voice of the masses, he would have considered it wiser to stop now…. It was an obvious decision, wasn’t it?

I wonder if I could have supported Moses in that moment or if I would have given him wise counsel to see the signs, know when to stay NO Moses.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it to the village I may need to go back to UB to get our tickets changed due to this emergency.”

To which he faithfully responded, “You have no other option but to go to the village. This is what you’ve been waiting for, praying for.”

The how we were called there, and how we were called home is not the story for today, although it is one I do love to tell.

Today’s story is about the going back.