Now, more than ever, do I need to hear my own words to you about our true Home.

In a month, we’ll be living in a different state. Hubs got the job, and it’s in Seattle! Things have fallen in pleasant places for us; we get moving assistance, housing assistance, and the seminary is there too.

This is the last month we have here and it is hitting me in all sorts of inexplicable ways. Like, I’m a bit terrified, but I’m butterfly-excited, but I’m deeply sad and wistful, yet I want to get this transition over with, and also I want it to last so I can soak in these last days. SO basically I’m paralyzed.

This human is kind of a mess right now.

But what I firmly believe is that God is my one real thing, our only true rest and shelter. In His presence I am Home.

We’re never really settled in this world, in this life. We can entrench ourselves into a house we buy and never leave a community, but all this will pass. The life we build around ourselves is about to disappear.

…….

I struggle when so much is shifting. The routine and rhythm I love to have is sort of out the window as we try to see all the people and do all the final things. There are some certain things in the future, but January is not included. I feel like I’m downhill skiing on a black diamond run with a deadline and moguls. I’m not at ease when I ski, because I focus so much on controlling every muscle movement and ski placement. Why? I. hate. falling.

To avoid one of my least favourite sensations, I put everything into consciously turning, bending my knees, correcting my balance. All whilst traveling at a high speed because there’s only so much time and anyway, the sooner we get done that’s less time I have to spend skiing.

I’m thinking about too many things, and everything is changing, and I have to stay on top of myself or I will just crash.

There, I’m talking like someone who doesn’t know about Jesus.

I’m pretending I control all this. Reader, welcome to my every day. Oops.

………

So much is shifting, and unforeseen challenges are bound to present themselves. And yes, it’s all coming at us very quickly.

There’s just one teeny tiny life-changing truth: God is sovereign.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His Name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.*