What defines a person? Is it their values? Their social group? Their family and friends? How about their faith? Or how we as individuals interact with all the above.
The last few years for me have been a huge remodeling of all that was familiar and all I hold dear.
I’ve had to say goodbyes to my last three family dogs and hello to 3 new ones. Each goodbye a grief beyond words. Each hello comes with the bittersweet understanding of the joy and pain that are inexplicably intertwined in relationship.
This season of life has been just like that.
I’ve stepped out of a large church, a specific call, a way of life.
I’ve stepped into an adventure, an international body of Christ and a new way of living.
There are days that I feel like a kite upon the wind, free flowing but unanchored. I force myself to remember that God hasn’t released the string that holds me from floating away from purpose.
God asked me to go back to school just to show me how much bigger He is than all that was taught.
I spend many days feeling like Bilbo Baggins dreaming about the Shire and forgetting that my life was too small for God to flex his muscle.
It is a quandary to hold a hungry child and see the condition this globe is really in and have the haunting thought – what am I going to do about it?
My home is now a resting place, a thinking place, a preparing place but not my focused place of ministry.
That season is over and it is so hard to believe how quickly those years flew by.
Now it’s time to look out of my hobbit hole window and prepare to pack my bag for the next adventure that awaits.