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There is Faith, and then there's this...

So, this family in Arizona has had it with the US: too many problems here. Too much of the abortion-homosexuality culture. They were outta here.

Okay. You're free to leave. Especially if, as these folks did, you've prayed about it and believe God is calling you to change your lives.

But, hang on.

Hannah Gastonguay, 26, said she and her husband, Sean, 30, had "decided to take a leap of faith and see where God led us" when they took their two small children and her father-in-law and set sail from San Diego in May.
But after storms damaged the boat and left them drifting for weeks they had to be rescued by a Venezuelan fishing vessel, and were then transferred to a Japanese cargo ship and taken to Chile.

I'm not sure how much sailing experience this family had, but "ill-fated" seems to be an understatement. Who drags two babies out on a boat with no real plans to end up anywhere? Yikes!

Did this couple make the right decision? After all, they believed God was calling them to do this. They seemed to rely on Faith, and that's a good thing, right?

Well. It is...and it isn't. I think this story points to the fact that we DO need to pray, we DO need to have faith in God, but we also need wise counsel. I wonder if this poor couple had any one in their life that said, "You know, I understand how concerned you are about the moral situation here in the US, but do you think this is the wisest plan? Could you be called to be making more concrete plans?"

It's easy to delude ourselves into thinking we know what God wants, when we keep those plans to ourselves. We can easily talk ourselves into just about anything, justifying our actions as "God's plan for me."

"God wants me to spend more time on myself - it makes me a better mother."

"God is calling me to this job that will keep me on the road 3 weeks out of the month. I know I'll lose out on family time, but it does pay well."

"God really wants me to sell all my belongings and head out on the road as a missionary, on my own."

We need wise people, good and holy people, people who will be honest with us when we are called to make such radical decisions. Faith is great and necessary, but so is wisdom.

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