so. march 25, after church.
the Spirit said walk, so i walked. and by that i mean i texted my mom asking for an application to go to spain.
this was the first i approached her about a mission trip in earnest, and i was dreading her reaction, because every other request for a mission trip has been answered with “you are supposed to be focusing on X” or “& how are you going to pay for that?”
the former is a valid statement. the latter is a valid question. admittedly, i don’t like hearing them. i also don’t like the subsequent conversations.
i didn’t get a response for a few hours until i got a text from my mom while at panera doing homework. i didn’t understand what she was trying to say, so i called her. she had meant to send it to my brother.
then i asked her about the application. she said i would only need to fill out the first page.
she did not say a word about looking for jobs or paying for the trip.
then i decided i had to make sure we were understanding each other, because we often don’t. so i asked her, “are you and dad okay with me doing this?”
she paused, then spoke slowly. “well,” she said, “yeah.”