While at church on Sunday a friend asked me how I felt. I had to think about it.

• A few days prior, I had barely recovered from my trip to Vietnam and packed up everything to move our stuff to Texas.

• I had just finished locking the doors to my Long Beach home for the very last time.

• Except for some from friends who have offered me a place to stay, I’m officially homeless in California.

• My family is in Texas living in a brand new home I haven’t seen except for online.

• My daughters, after being home-schooled their entire lives, officially started public school today.

• My office is empty except for a few notebooks and miscellany.

• I have never planted a  church before, but that is what I’ll be doing in about a month.

I responded to my friend’s question in this way:  “I don’t go by feelings.”

At our beach baptism later that afternoon, as I looked at all the people publicly professing their faith in Christ by being dunked in the ocean, I reflected on how much I was going to miss my Hope Chapel family of twenty-three years.

Then I wept.

“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.” ― Corrie Ten Boom