France is happening.  In 24 days.  Um, yes, we are freaking out a bit.  Part of us wants to dig in our heels and declare it all just too much and too difficult and wouldn’t it be so much easier to just work the day job and school the children and love on our people?  And yet our hearts were made for this and yearns for it.  We are beside ourselves with excitement at not just talking about the classic works of art but actually looking at the real thing hanging on the wall in the Louvre.  We are breathless with anticipation of tasting and smelling and feeling and walking and soaking in all that is France.  It is a grand adventure!  Don’t we all read of grand adventures and wish it were us, don’t we get caught up in these beautiful stories and we know deep down it could be our story?  Should be our story?  Perhaps even is our story just unrealized yet.  And here it has come knocking at our door and beckoning us forth and we are so excited and so scared of the unknown at the same time!  And as beautiful as it all is there is still the work of actually getting there.

We await the visas, we look at our hodgepodge collection of old and new suitcases and hand bags that must be expertly filled, no spaces wasted; we think of the road trip and the two planes and three airports that must be navigated with four small children and we wonder: what in blazes were we thinking?!

And the truth is that sometimes you have to press through the difficult to get through to the beautiful.  As Peter likes to say: “That’ll preach!”

Amen!

What difficult are you pressing through right now to embrace the beautiful?  Don’t give up!  It is worth it.

Here is some beauty from our last trip to France in 2009.

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