Friends on four continents, taking the elevator to the top of the Eiffel Tower at sunset, and children who spoke fluent Italian. The courage to travel on public transportation in a city where I didn’t speak the language and the courage to send my children on a plane without me, because they are old pros after all. Art over my mantle from a market in Tuscany and a bottle of wine in the fridge from the town we called home in Friuli Venezia Giulia.
Yet the sight of these few remaining moving boxes and the unknowns of restarting my work in a new area weigh me down.
It is a beautiful, exhausting, and challenging thing to pick up and move your life. Those who haven’t moved as often think the house-hunting, packing, or address changes would be overwhelming. In truth, it is the relationship building.
Deciding to walk out the door to find a new church home. Choosing to ask the woman with a smile and gorgeous locks about her hair stylist. Asking God to show you how He will use you here. Enjoying the unknowns because He knows and that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. Romans 8:27-29