Saying Goodbye

Leaving a place you have loved and moving toward another opportunity always carries mixed emotions. My dad was a pastor. While in the seminary, he and some of his classmates wrote a book compiled with stories each of them had written describing how they received the call to the ministry. My dad had been a farmer and thought he would always be a farmer...until he felt called to become a pastor at age 28. The story he writes explains the struggle to leave the farm. On the last page of his story he writes, "The farm still draws. A year ago I stood with my arms about the necks of my big sorrels, and the tears streamed down my face. I couldn't stop them. But neither could I turn back, for now I had put my hand to the plow." 

When have you made a decision to leave something you loved to follow another path that was beckoning you to come? When have you put your hand to the plow?

Thanks for listening.