It's been five weeks since we loaded up the moving van in Tennessee (almost).  We are still waiting for those belongings to arrive in Bethel.  I'm guessing that they were placed on a train and headed east to some port ... perhaps Savannah.  At that point, I'm guessing that they were put on a big ol' boat and headed south into the Gulf of Mexico, and through the Panama Canal.  I believe they were on the Pacific Ocean up the coast of California, Oregon and eventually Seattle.  After some time, they finally arrived in Anchorage, at which point they were repackaged to go on the airplane.  They should be arriving in Bethel shortly, unloaded and dropped off at our new place here in City-Sub, as it is referred to.  I don't know if that is actually the route it took, but what else explains the length of time?  I expect to unload it all this week, and if all goes well, before Christmas.

We were sitting in church this morning, and Val was perusing the bulletin, where she noted that this Evangelical Covenant Church is looking for a Youth Director.  The Awana Commander is expecting to relocate at the end of this school year, as the family moves back to the Lower 48.  Val thinks I should apply.  I think I will be in prayer over the next few weeks.  Either way, I will be joining the Men's Small Group, which meets weekly for prayer and accountability.  I have grown more when I have been in such a group than otherwise, and know that I need it for my continued growth.

I easily get shackled by the comfort of my couch, and need to have in place standard systems of challenge.   Being here in Bethel may do it naturally, but I think I need to be purposeful about it as well.