“We’re moving to Mexico” it’s a phrase you don’t hear that often. Definitely not a phrase my friends ever expected to hear. But the Madigan’s never do anything expected, do we?
One of the first vivid memories I have as a child was walking through the door to our apartment building in Bondi. We moved to Bondi when I was three years old to plan a church. That was the first crazy move my parents made. Well, that I remember (I’m sure they did some wild things in their hay days).
All this to say, are any of us really surprised we are going to Mexico? I’m not. Because ever since I can remember I have been brought on unpredictable and exciting adventures with my family. I can’t think of one-time God told my parents to go and they didn’t ask when.
They are always chomping at the bit to serve God. Wherever he wants, even if it’s on the other side of the world.
Some would think it’s a drag to have such obedient parents, but in my opinion, I wouldn’t have chosen a better course for my live. I am blessed with parents who are fearless in their pursuit of the Lord. And in turn I am blessed with my own pursuit. My own laying down of my worries, my plans, and my expectations for the expectable.
When I started telling people I was moving to Mexico they all thought I was joking. And it became a routine for me to turn to my best friends and look for backup. It is such a random announcement I now just slip it in mid conversation (this makes it sound more fake, which gives me endless entertainment). “What!” they say. “How long are you going for?” I tell them two years as I watch their brains turn and right on cue the next question comes: “What are you going to do for school”? I explain that I’m doing graphic design on online Uni.
The conversation either ends here or if they are over 40, they say “Where in Mexico”? Now dad has a better, more in-depth explanation of where Mazatlán is. The kind of one you could only understand if you studied a map of Mexico for an hour each day since birth. But I like to take a simpler approach. “The west coast” I say this more as a question than a statement because honestly, I don’t really know where Mazatlán is. However, if this answer is too vague for you, go ask dad.
And so, the conversation of “Hi, I’m moving to Mexico” almost always ends in “That’s such a great opportunity! But we will miss you so much.”. In my opinion they don’t act sad enough, but I contribute to this plan being so God filled that everyone I tell has the same peace about it as we do.
We are about to embark on this amazing journey. Why don't you join us? Annie