I was fifteen when my dad took me out for a special date. As with many families in ministry, finances were tight, so these dates typically meant one of two things: It was my birthday, or we were moving. It wasn’t my birthday. My dad, a parachute church planter, explained that he and my mom felt the Holy Spirit stirring them to move. This time, we were moving from South Carolina to Texas. My five brothers and I each had a close circle of friends and community; I was entering my sophomore year of high school. Moving during these years would seem unthinkable to many, yet my parents had a clear vision and calling — “a burning fire” in their bones (Jeremiah 20:9) — that they would not ignore. In 1995, my parents began their first church plant and dreamed about starting more churches where the members learned to make disciples and young leaders were trained up to continue the work. Multiplication was their vision (Matthew 28:19–20; 2 Timothy 2:2)