Today’s the day we travel down the road to our new home and new ministry.
I’ve moved many, many times over the years but this one seems more troubling. Leaving our semi-homestead and friends has left me breathless.
I’m taking a few moments with coffee in hand to remember the many blessings: friends, music, critters, ministry, and the list goes on. God, through the people here have been good to Nick and I. We will not forget.
Snow days can be isolating for some. Much of today I felt wrapped in a love undefinable. The smells from the kitchen reminded me of all that I have: food, shelter from the storm, power that keeps the stove running and warmth radiating throughout the house.
This house is a home. It is home. Home is where I find refuge, I’m nourished, and I’m cared for.
But, there is more. Here, in this place, tonight, I find the grace to be me. A person filled with God’s love ready to rest in the arms of the Holy for one more night. I know deep inside that joy does come with the dawn. Each new day brings its own blessings, lessons, and surprises.
And snow it goes…I’m feeling a little melancholy. Enjoy the song. Count your blessings.