The months are flying by.
Plans are being made. It’s becoming more real, more impossible to ignore.
Change is coming.
Where am I at in this process? I think I’ve mostly moved out of the angry phase, but I’m still grieving. I’m mourning the loss of what I thought would be. I’m sad that this did not end up being “our” place I tried to tell myself that it was. This is where we were going to plant our roots, deeply invest in the community, put our kids in local schools, and grow old together.
This was where we would maybe even one day lead a team of our own. Train, lead, mentor others. Stick around long enough to reap baskets of fruit and watch it multiply.
I was living the dream. MY dream. It was was everything I thought it would be, and more.
Though it wasn’t without challenges, the mountains we faced were never too much for God. He shone bright through the thick of the fog. He drew us closer to him, closer to each other.
And now, at its end, He is using this season to remind me where my true home is.
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the Shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My Refuge & my Fortress, my God, in Whom I trust.”-Psalm 91:1-2.
“For all things come from you- we are strangers before you & sojourners as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are like a shadow…
I know, my God, that you test the heart & have pleasure in uprightness. In the uprightness of my heart I have freely offered all these things, & now I have seen your people, who are present here, offering freely & joyously to you. O Lord, keep forever such purposes & thoughts in the hears of your people, & direct their hearts to you.” -1 Chronicles 29:14-15, 17-18.
As we leave, I leave knowing in Whom I am found. In Whom I rest. In Whom I belong.
I leave with purpose still: always Alacritas. Surrendering, offering myself freely & joyously to whatever God has for us next.
“For God is good, & all He does is good.” -Psalm 119:68