In my weakness...
Transition is never easy. Change is seldom comfortable. Life is, in essence, a series of changes that necessitate transition of one type or another. Growing and growing up are full of change and peppered with transitions. If growth is seen as positive by our society and our psyche, why is change so dreaded? Why is transition seen as a temporary state? As missionaries... as an international family... as expats (pretty much no matter where we live) we know transition intimately. How many times have I written, "We will spend the next week or so settling into our new home?" How many homes have we had as a family of five? One. Our family is our home in so many ways. The prospect of dividing up for a month or so isn't as simple as one would expect. When we are together we are home. It has become very important for our kids, especially. In the absence of a fixed house address (or even country of residence) they have substituted people as their home. Me, too, I think. The pas