Transitions

I don't think there are many people in the world who like moving. When I say moving, I mean moving house. It is a lot of work, often frustrating, overwhelming, and rarely enjoyable.

I didn't move when I was growing up. We moved into my family home when I was 2 weeks old. My mom sat in her favorite rocking chair and held me while the movers put things where she indicated.

The first time I moved was 3000+ miles from home as an adventurous 18 year old does.

Since then I have moved a lot. And I don't like it.

Many people think that I would. They seem to have this perception of me which is incorrect...

While I do travel a lot, I do find it hard. It isn't a walk in the park being homeless. But it is also a gift. As I sit in my newest space, one which is slowly becoming my own, I realize that the truth is I hate moving.

Yet somehow there is a truth beyond that truth, a bit like the layers of an onion. It doesn't matter that I don't like moving. And this is the gift, the fact that it doesn't matter how I feel. We, in the west, have a complex about having to "like" things. On every level it actually doesn't matter that I don't like the process of packing and unpacking everything I own.

The Israelites wandered in the desert for 40 years before the entered the promised land. The wandered; to wander is to be aimless, lost. But they weren't lost... their guide was a pillar of cloud or of fire. They had to follow, for it knew where it was leading them.

I am wandering. But let me wander, following the pillar of cloud and fire. Let me follow the Spirit of God wherever He may go.

And yes, it probably will mean packing a lot more in my life.

If moving is what draws me and others closer the Christ... bring on the boxes.



The key to the issue of packing is simplicity.