And today it begins; we're relocating again. Same town, same area code, same zip code, just six or seven miles west (but feels north.) Today begins a two-week relocation process. Today I begin the unenviable task of packing up books (far fewer than I've maintained in years past) and my CD collection (entirely too many still.) Our home will slowly cease to be a home, and will instead take on the look of a staging area. It's what nomads do.
Our dear friends Joe and Karen are relocating, leaving the beauty and wonder of Southeast Alaska for the wonder and beauty of South Florida. Their move requires a great deal more than does our own. We don't want to see them go, and they're not sure they want to either. But God is sovereign, even over what awaits our friends in their new life on the other side of the continent. Some church does not yet know just how blessed they will be to have these two join them in life and on mission.
God's sovereignty prevails, often in unexpected ways. Joe and Karen approached us about living in their place. They made us an offer we couldn't refuse. Our prayer for a bigger living room (present church gathering place) has been answered. Their condo is within walking distance of Deb's job at UAS, and within biking distance of just about anywhere I need to go on the west (north) end. In a strange sort of irony we are losing our dear friends, and gaining their place. We are exchanging mountain vistas for a marine panorama. The reality of having a washer and dryer in the unit will seem to us a luxury.
So I'm checking out from high school sub duty for some days, packing things up and preparing to relocate. Compared to some other moves we've made this will be cake. But it has to start, it has to gain some inertia and momentum, and today's that day.
Nomads are only nomads, and sojourners are only sojourners when they get their nomadic sojourning in motion.
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