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The post I published a few days ago seemed to hit a note with a lot of people, having had three times as many views as my other best-read posts. Wednesday’s blog views were a new record – three times the previous record. There were lots of Facebook shares. Friends, this is the closest I’ll ever come to going ‘viral’. Hello, online presence (whatever you are)…
It may be ill-advised to follow it up with a second post – the tricky ‘second album’ which flops because it turns out you already released the only good songs you’ll ever write. Luckily, though, I’m not writing this blog for numbers or popularity or cash, and I have no expectation that the following words will be as widely read. They’re just a few things I’ve thought through since writing the last post – and, as usual, which have been sparked by many of your comments, here on the blog or on Facebook. Thank you for interacting with me – it keeps my baby brain ticking over!
I wanted to make clear – if it wasn’t already – that we have no choice over where we live. The ‘postcode lottery’, which some are able to avoid through moving to houses in the catchment areas of ‘good schools’, affects us – as it does so many families up and down the UK. Many are in social housing, with little choice over where they live. Others are tied in to rent agreements or mortgages which they can’t afford to change. In our case, this house comes with my husband’s job. So, for different reasons, we can empathise with those who have no choice over where they live, remembering that this choice which many of us take for granted is actually a luxury.
But let me make something very, very clear: this has not been a difficult decision for us. While I’m grateful for everyone’s positive responses to the school-choice we’ve made for our son, I’ve also felt a little guilty when reading some people’s comments, which make out like we’re some sort of incredibly pioneering missionaries who make desperately selfless, hugely sacrificial decisions. Whilst God does sometimes call us to decisions which are genuinely painful and difficult and humbling, He also prepares us well for carrying them out. In my experience, this means that something which may have been hard to do a couple of years ago actually becomes a joy, a delight. Why do we not always expect that God will change our hearts on things which matter to Him? This is what discipleship – and this blog – is all about. Moving forward. Not settling for a static faith.
Let me share a few things which have made this decision an easy one. Two of Mister’s preschool friends are moving up with him – God has provided friends before he’s even started. (The remaining eight preschool leavers are going to seven different schools between them.) We know a parent-governor at the school, who gave us loads of useful information last year, as we were deciding. She was honest about the school’s failures, but also positive about its direction and many positives. It seems that nearly every week now God’s putting people in my life who have some link with the school. I’ve met more people like me who are trusting the school, even though they could get their child into a different school if they wished.
I could go on. Do you get it? God puts us where we are for a reason. It all adds up. Deciding to send Mister’s to this school was not an agonising decision – it seemed the easiest decision in the world. Yes, God does call us to sacrificial living – but He often, very graciously, puts us in a position where we are joyful about those sacrifices. And, one day, we wake up and it seems like the sacrifices have gone altogether, so faded are they to insignificance. It’s not about waiting for a loud, booming voice to come from Heaven: it’s about learning to follow God more closely, day by day, as His word guides and challenges us. He will provide what’s needed for all that He asks of us, and He will never let us go.