Now and again
So here I am. Honestly, the missionary furlough/home assignment thing is a strange animal to live with. On one hand we are so blessed and so thankful to be so close to family and familiar ease and comforts. On the other hand, we are almost constantly reminded of an impending farewell to such things and unknown adventure on the horizon. Sigh. I just have to sigh, I guess. I watch with pride as my kids adjust almost effortlessly to changes. They tell me they don't like to leave, but they like to get on to the next place. I guess that is why I dread goodbyes... I'd rather just slip off quietly, stay in a sort of transition for a little longer than expected, and then drop into my next home in one swoop. Next home... I think that about describes it. I'm a "serial liver", I guess! You can't be home in two places as once (to the frustration of people I have to leave behind, I'm pretty good at being present in my next place.) I'm known to "make myself