Precious Lego fills my china cabinet.
My bedside table is a box.
My living room is a sea of cardboard.
We are moving…1927 km east.
To home, from home. Leaving family and friends, to be with family and friends.
Entangled roots are slowly being loosened to get their final tug in 6 weeks.
Us, we straddle two provinces. Love that goes cross-country.
In either place we crave ‘home’ but when we name it for what it is, it isn’t a place here or there we crave. We crave a place of perfect peace; a utopia really. We crave Heaven. When I heard, read, not sure…that we won’t be fully satisfied until we are in our eternal home in Heaven it eased the yearning and encouraged the contentment. The ache, deferred; knowing it will be satisfied.
Blessed assurance. Striving ceases (or lessons in my case; who am I kidding?).
Perennial roots will replant. Weak and wilted at first but they will replenish and flourish with nourishment from the One that sustains us from our root to tip. Maintains us in the wind and rain and promises sun.
Posts here have been scarce and will be for a couple of months until this storm blows over but the rainbow is what I look forward to. God’s promise. To bring sun after a storm, and sometimes even a rainbow. If we wait, we are rewarded. If we follow, we will see.
And we desire that each one of you show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope until the end,that you do not become sluggish, but imitate those who through faith and patience inherit the promises.
Hebrews 6: 11-12
May God bless you as you wait on the rainbow.
Hugs and blessings,