Home: (noun) the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
Four months ago, my husband and I moved our family from Alabama to Indiana so that he could begin vocational ministry. It all came so fast. Once he officially accepted the new job, my to do lists became so long that I was barely able to scratch the surface of processing what this move meant for me. We had to get our house ready to be put on the market, find a place to rent, figure out which schools to send our kids to, and all.the.things. It was one of the most hectic and stressful times of my life. Now that we are here and settled, I am starting to feel my feelings. It’s not easy to move across the country, to move so far away from everything you’ve ever known.
This season of transition has been one of the hardest in my life. I think the hardest thing is how sneaky my feelings can be. Being a mom to 3 kids, my days are busy. There’s just a lot to get done on a daily basis to keep up with the family’s needs. So, it’s easy to just get in the groove of chores, errands, and school runs. It’s not until I get a moment of stillness that those other feelings creep up. You know the ones…loneliness, confusion, being overwhelmed, mourning the loss of my comfort zone and community. Simply missing familiarity. These feelings are hard. There’s no sugar coating that. But, my precious heavenly Father reminds me that He has called us here for a reason. It’s not by accident that we ended up here, in Indianapolis of all places. A new familiarity will come. A new community will come. A new sense of belonging will come. Learning to drive on icy roads will come. It will all come.