We spent a rather rushed two days driving to California.
Ginger did most of the driving so I could finally return to the studies have
had “on hold” for several months. That part felt good.
Rolling along past desert scenery also felt good… just like
we were on vacation. But how did it feel knowing that this was the official
drive to a new home, new surroundings, a new life?
Strangely, I don’t feel anything about that. I think I am
blocking thinking about what I am driving away from. It has been my best job
ever. I love the people I worked with; yes, teachers, students, parents,
pastors, board members, the whole gang. I don’t believe I’ll find that again. My
life is in God’s hands and I have lost things precious to me before. He cares
and watches over me, so I don’t dwell on what the change might mean. God knows
what is in store for me, for us.
When I am not reading and marking articles, I look out the
window and think ahead to when we will be settled again. It’s been awhile since
life was normal.
It will be really good to get settled. Brandy said last night that she wants the kids to all come over and help us make a fuss about moving in, i.e. help us get a few things in place, and then have our first meal together, on paper plates, in our new house. I love how she relishes those family get-together celebrations!
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