On the Move


Has life ever yanked the rug right out from under you with a whoosh?
We’ve been preparing to move and have no idea where we’re going. Or exactly when. This was not the plan.

Growing up my family moved around quite a bit. Since the very first move I’ve struggled with feeling like the outsider who never quite belonged or had enough time to feel settled before she had to move again. Even as an adult, when the moves were my choice, that feeling was stirred in the recesses of my heart.
Here it is again.

As we pack, I’m sad for all the dreams that won’t be realized here.
But life isn’t about our dreams, really.
It’s about being open to love and serve and become more like Jesus.
I can do that anywhere.

Maybe I’m not supposed to feel settled. Just maybe I’ve been looking at it all wrong. I’m pondering that idea while I enjoy our home for the time we have left.

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