What would I tell Leo? None of the disciples worked, since discipleship was your full-time job. That was a given. How would Scott react? And Abbi? My stomach clenched at the thought of her. How would it all work? There had to be some kind of transition period where they helped you sort out all your affairs. I’d get to know all the inside secrets. I couldn’t wait for the day when we could all live together on campus.

Take a deep breath. One step at a time.

“Someone sure looks happy today,” the cashier said as she scanned my items.

I gave her a huge smile. “I’ve had a great morning. How about you?”

“So far so good.” She smiled back.

I walked to the parking lot, admonishing myself for being so worried and anxious. Where was my faith? The point was to make a blind leap. It wasn’t a jump if I already knew everything that was going to happen afterward. The family piece just made it harder. They’d let me go home at night to sleep with them, wouldn’t they? At least until they joined? What would I do if I couldn’t sway Scott? Margo had said she’d known plenty of families who’d struggled with the concepts before aligning themselves with Love International. Scott would come around eventually.

But what if he didn’t?

Would I still go?

Where was I really going?

My head swirled with the argument I’d been having all morning. Now that I’d received the call, my spirit was pulling me to take the next step. I’d sat in the living room until three in the morning, because I couldn’t sleep last night, before tiptoeing back up to the bedroom, careful not to wake Scott.

Was I just supposed to go?

Move?

What had Ray said the last time I’d asked him? I threw the bags into the trunk and got into the driver’s seat. And then I remembered how he’d quoted Matthew, “Jesus said, ‘Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.’”

I froze. My keys slipped from my hands and fell on the seat. My pulse throbbed in my temples. Sweat trickled down my back. Scripture stirred inside me. Take nothing for the journey—no walking stick, no bag, no bread, not a second cloak. I slid my purse off my arm and set it on the passenger seat. Realization hit that this was the last piece of the puzzle.

“I get it,” I said out loud, even though I was alone, and there was nobody there to hear me.

There was nothing left to do except go. I stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind me. My body burned with energy like I was on fire. I walked quickly, taking my first right out of the parking lot and then my next left. I couldn’t contain my excitement and started running. I hadn’t run since high school, but I felt like I could run for days. It wasn’t long until I burst into a sprint and didn’t stop until I reached Love International’s campus. I plowed through the door, exhilarated and breathless, not bothering to say hello or talk to anyone as I made a beeline for Ray’s office. I couldn’t wait to tell him. He’d be so proud. I pounded on his door.