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This Strange Life...

Meg

“Rest in God alone, my soul, for my hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I will not be shaken. My salvation and glory depend on God, my strong rock. My refuge is in God. Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts before Him. God is our refuge” (Psalm 62:5-8, HCSB).

My daughter was born here. Here we prepared a room, waiting for her arrival. Here we brought her home, and survived those first few months off sleeplessness. Here we’ve celebrated holidays, birthdays, anniversaries. Here we’ve made friends, invested in others, participated in a church.

But it’s not permanent. No, I’ve already watched many dear friends move onto other duty stations.

Sometimes I get anxious when I think of everything else we still have to do. There’s so many places left to see, so much to do.

Sometimes I dread the goodbyes, leaving this house, and the people of this town behind.

Sometimes the thought of once again packing up our life and starting over seems a little too much for me. I'd rather stay in one place, and fully put down roots.

But, there’s a part of me that loves the excitement, the change, the unknown.

A part of me feels unsettled, even now. I’m ready to move on. I know that this current place isn’t permanent.

I’m ready to see what’s next, around the corner.

But I also know that moves really don’t get easier. Change is always hard.

And now we have a child in the mix, a child who will probably be confused by future moves. Change she’s never experienced. At the age of 2, this is the only home she’s ever known.

What will it be like for her?

Will she even remember her first home?

Yes, military life is exciting, but it’s certainly hard as well.

 

Lord give us flexibility. Lord give our family that ability to pick up and move. Give us hearts that mold to your plan. Help us to teach our daughter about change. Help her to adjust easily, every time we move. May it only make her stronger, more independent, more willing to rely on you. Thank you for being our rock today and every day. While homes and states and countries may change,  we will always find security in you.