Our move happened a little over 6 weeks ago. We recently visited Florida, stayed in our home there (our son Dave and his family will move in there in August.) I slept in a ‘blow up’ bed in our bedroom, ate from our kitchen, visited family, went to Dr appts, hair appts. Life truly felt like we’d never left… and yet we had.
Six weeks of unpacking, exhaustion, elation and organizing felt like they’d never happened! Life has moved on. People who sometimes think their life will just not be good if you’re not in it, have adjusted and when you come to visit they also feel like you’re just around the corner. Six weeks just isn’t long enough to really feel like you’re gone. But sooo much happened in that time.
When I come out of stores in Georgia, the first thing I do is get my GPS on and punch ‘recent destination’ so I can find my way back home.:-) I still feel disoriented. I am so used to getting into my car and not having to really ‘think’ to get to places, let alone my house. I use visual cues when I drive. So being surrounded by trees throws me off. I can’t ‘see’ where the Target or Publix are because they are all off exits that look the same!
I think of 1 Peter v1 that refers to the people of God as ‘strangers in the world’. I live so metaphorically. So when I feel disoriented in my world, I take comfort that God understands. He doesn’t want me to feel so comfortable that I don’t have to seek Him..my true GPS.
This move contines to show me how small my faith is. How easily I can drift and if not challenged, get ‘weak’ spiritually. Living by faith means submitting myself willingly to change. For us, that meant being willing to give up family, friends, and familiar surroundings and financial security (whatever that is!). Missionairies do this far more when they move to foreign countries. I only had to move to Georgia where one salon can refer to ‘blonde season’ (yes, they said I had to book way ahead due to blonde season!)
I remind myself often that Psalm 91 says ‘The Lord is your dwelling place” and I will always have a compass North in Him and in heaven. He is my GPS pointing me step by step in this life of faith.
Much of the excitement of the move is over. I have most of the boxes unpacked, and feel more ‘settled’. But I feel like I am on a nice long vacation in the mountains, and only reminded its not ‘home’ yet when I long to just pop over and visit with my kids or grandkids. I am thankful for this journey He has us on though. I am learning that disorientation helps fire up brain cells that need it..haha. I also learn that as I get closer to my 60th birthday, that these final years are marked by change.
You see it every day when you look in the mirror. You feel it when your last workout takes longer to recover from OR get up from:-) . You feel it each time you want to call your mom or dad and know that you will have to wait for that conversation with them in heaven. Change, just like the seasons, comes without asking. I can choose to embrace the changes and be grateful or complain and become one of those older bitter aging people you don’t want to be around!
I choose gratitude, laughing at myself getting lost without my GPS, embracing the unique beauty of each area I live in (even the weeds have their beauty in each part of the country), and opening myself to new friends, long talks on the phone or skyping with others. I choose the adventure of faith and where that leads me. Praying for His provision for each need, each time I feel loss or grief.
So, I am disoriented, but truly blessed and belong to God. My true home is Him.
I Peter 1:9 “But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God…”