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 at home" almost too abruptly. If a place is 'mine' for awhile I will move furniture and shift things in cupboards. I don't mean to be rude, but I have to nest quickly before someone cuts down the tree. I'm still a woman and a mom and I need a home for my little tribe. Then, poof... move on.
So if you meet me along the way, you will see that I jump right into a group or friendship as quickly as I can. Give me an indication that you will be a friend and I'll take you up on it. I will soon leave though. You will not be far from my heart. There are always tears at airports, but hardly any after passport control.
My visit to Pensacola last week was reaffirmation that those past 'homes' still hold a place in my heart. My chats with Linda and Amy were precious and I'm thankful for friendships with respect for being real in the limited time we have together. God gives so much through so many. I'm reminded to be used by him as he gives me a chance. Sigh. I just sigh. Even I can be used when the time is right.
Until that time, here I am. This is really about being honest about what it's like to be here... and still be on the way to somewhere. I think that is all of essential in all of life, but more concretely exemplified in my kind of living.
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 at home" almost too abruptly. If a place is 'mine' for awhile I will move furniture and shift things in cupboards. I don't mean to be rude, but I have to nest quickly before someone cuts down the tree. I'm still a woman and a mom and I need a home for my little tribe. Then, poof... move on.
So if you meet me along the way, you will see that I jump right into a group or friendship as quickly as I can. Give me an indication that you will be a friend and I'll take you up on it. I will soon leave though. You will not be far from my heart. There are always tears at airports, but hardly any after passport control.
My visit to Pensacola last week was reaffirmation that those past 'homes' still hold a place in my heart. My chats with Linda and Amy were precious and I'm thankful for friendships with respect for being real in the limited time we have together. God gives so much through so many. I'm reminded to be used by him as he gives me a chance. Sigh. I just sigh. Even I can be used when the time is right.
Until that time, here I am. This is really about being honest about what it's like to be here... and still be on the way to somewhere. I think that is all of essential in all of life, but more concretely exemplified in my kind of living.
Hmmm ... We have even more in common than I realised ;). I guess both of our abilities to just settle where we are is another reaon why we get on so well ;). I really love and appreciate the way you've settled so well in our homes :) I contine to look forward to your return <3
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