My name is Priscilla Faith.
My friends call me Priscilla. Clever, I know.
Except the ones from Brazil. They call me Pri, like Grand Prix or Pre-view.
My family has always called me Cilla.
And no one but my grandmother ever, EVER called me Prissy or Cissy.
My feet wandered all over the globe for years. There was nothing else better than traveling and doing what you loved. Then I met a boy. And he is amazing. And then we traveled together, which was even better. Then suddenly, we found ourselves planted firmly in the very center of the United States, just waiting. Kansas City is as landlocked as it is possible to get in North America. It has been a challenge, to let our dreams lie dormant for awhile, and just wait.
But during this season, we have been given 5 amazing gifts which have made the waiting bearable and even a joy. Our kids rock our world. They really are amazing.
Five children in eight years.
We might be insane.
But we are happy, so it balances out.
At times the need to travel becomes overwhelming. Not just the desire to, but an actual need that my soul has.
To travel. To explore. To experience. To adventure. To discover. To have an affect. To be affected. To be effective. To be likewise effected. To be stretched. To be challenged. Not to be stranded, or in any way constrained to a small life.
To know I am fulfilling a part of something that is farther reaching than just my own story. And I am not just referring to the heady, and wonderful experience of getting on a plane and seeing new places, and tasting and smelling new thrills, though I love that. I mean, going where I am needed, where that bigger story is being written, at whatever time the Father wants, for any length of time he asks. That is freedom to me. That is what I am constantly longing for. It is a need that has never left me, even when his request of us was to stay, and to wait. I will wait, and I will choose contentment, but my heart will always be traveling.