|Iguazu Falls, Argentina|
Don’t Cry for Me,
played softly in the background. It seemed like every time I turned on the radio the song was playing. It must have been a warning I didn't pay close enough attention to. I took a deep breath, swallowed my initial response to my husband's announcement and replied with a lot less emotion than I felt. Argentina
? It’s only been a year since we moved to Argentina .” Arizona
“I know, but I’ve been doing some research, and a lot of retirees are moving out of the country for economic reasons. Countries, like
, are less expensive to live in than the Argentina , and right now the peso is running three to one – US dollars. We would have three times the income down there.” US
“But, what about the government, the cultural differences, the language?”
“Sweetheart, they have a very stable government, the country is breathtaking and the people are very friendly. I know because Joan’s mother just retired there and she is living very well on only her Social Security. Not only is it a beautiful place to live, and inexpensive, but enough people speak English she hasn’t had any trouble communicating with the locals.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten to go back home to visit my family since we moved here, and it’s only twelve hundred miles away.
will be much farther.” Argentina
“Yes, but we’ll be saving so much money we’ll be able to do a lot more traveling. We could use
as a spring-board to Argentina Europe, Africa - and back home.”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, let’s just explore it, okay?”
I agreed to look into the possibility of relocating, praying fervently that God didn’t really intend for me to leave home, family and country.
After a sleepless night, I slipped out of bed before daybreak, made coffee, and went directly to my reading room. I desperately needed the assurance and guidance I always found in my devotions. That morning the Gospel reading was from Genesis 12: 1: And the Lord said to Abram: Go forth out of your country, and from your kindred, and out of your father's house, and come into the land which I shall show you.
No. Oh, please no. I didn’t want to be like Abraham. I did not want to leave my country, all of my possessions, and especially my family. How could I leave my kids? Granted they were all grown, but my grandbabies? How could I leave them?
Bill, completely oblivious to my anxiety (helped along with the brave act I was putting on), enthusiastically made the necessary inquires about life as an expatriate. When it came time to actually solidify plans, I dropped to my knees and indulged in some shameful begging.
In answer, my devotions included Matthew 19:29: And every one that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands for my name's sake, shall receive a hundredfold, and shall possess life everlasting.
I thought my heart would break.
That night I had a dream. I was in a long hallway lined with locked doors. It ended abruptly, the floor falling away into open space - a star-filled expanse stretching away into infinity.
Rather than being afraid, confident God would bear me up and not let me fall, I raised my arms and leapt.
With the dream’s message fortifying my spirit, I set my face toward
Less than one month before our scheduled departure, our vet announced our fifteen year old
spaniel was unfit for air travel. The seventeen and a half hour flight, with lay-overs, would kill him. Undaunted, my husband checked into a cruise ship. Many have kennels and allow guests to bring their pets. It was July, winter in Brittany , and there were no cruises. Argentina
We then had a problem. We couldn’t leave Rusty, nor could we bear to put him down, the lease on the house was expired, and we had reserved storage units and movers. Our solution? We bought a large RV and set out on a five month travelling adventure. I had been snatched out of the fire and delivered right into heaven.
It was then I understood
was my test, just as the sacrifice of Isaac was Abraham’s test. God is to be placed above everything - and He means everything. He has priority above country, family, children, grandchildren and especially self. Argentina
Now, whenever I hear the song, Don’t Cry for Me,
, I think of Abraham and Isaac, of relinquishing my will to His. Oddly the song seems to be playing a lot on the radio these days….. Argentina