Coffee contemplations

As I read through Numbers, sipped my coffee, and generally reflected (on life, Kenya, my hearing loss, etc)... this post flowed out of me...
   Sometimes I wish I was content to stay here; to live a simple, North American life. I wish all I yearned for was to settle down, be faithful and fruitful here.
     But I can't shake the still and steady voice that beats my heart and reasonates in my soul, telling me that at least for this season I am called elsewhere, not more or less, just different than the "American Dream". Deep down I know this calling is truly what I desire, what I get excited about, what I'm terrified of and can't wait for--all at once.
      So I take a sip, grab my pen, and settle my thoughts. I take it one day at a time. I am called here today. I obey in what I see trusting the One whose fingerprints are plastered all over this world--like a child's on the front window. I cannot overlook or ignore His calling. I read today in Numbers that some are called to serve "...in serving and bearing burdens" (4:24 ESV). Specifically, the Gershonites role in carrying parts of the tabernacle). This unshakeable desire to teach kids in Kenya and elsewhere, of all abilities, is my burden of service. But I must remember tht ultimately it's HIS burden and it is "light" for it is only on His shoulders and by His strength that the burden is fulfilled and carried. I step out and surrender, one day at a time...