Each time someone asks me why I’m here in Lancaster, Pennsylvania all the way from California, all I’m able to tell them is, “God called me here.” On May 19th, two years ago, I flew out of the Burbank Airport in the San Fernando Valley where I was born and raised. I often look at my current situation and wonder if I was an idiot for coming here. I’ll bet some of my friends wonder why I would be so foolish to leave everything to follow some vague call.
Bonnie leaves home in 2018 from the Burbank Airport
I wouldn’t blame them. I’ve often wondered this myself. Heck, I remember plenty of well-meaning people in Los Angeles telling me I should not ever leave my family, especially when they knew about my autism. In this time of COVID-19, it’s become even easier to expect these answers. Why was I was called by God to leave my family, friends, and a really good job to chase after a dream that hadn’t been fulfilled?
I still feel like a prisoner in my own skin…
What was God doing if not teasing me? Why did I have to be all alone? Or if I had to stay in Pennsylvania, why did He call me to leave Oakmont, Pennsylvania where I lived for a time and made many new friends?