Old Home Week

I do believe that if I never see a cardboard box again, it'll be too soon. In the past week, we've packed dozens of boxes of our belongings and frankly, I'm beginning to think we have too much stuff.

The past few days have been eventful in other, more pleasant ways, too. I reconnected with an old friend, one I haven't spoken to, nor seen, in years. We talked for a long time, exchanging news of our families and mutual acquaintances, what we're up to now, and how life has treated us for the past few years. It was a wonderful way to touch base with someone who was a very important part of my life and who, though distance and circumstances may keep us from ever speaking with or seeing one another again, remains an important part of my past.

I also wrote a lot this week and was blessed with God's guidance about something that's been bothering me for a long time. I love it when I find His direction in unexpected places, when He speaks to me through others--oftentimes repeatedly, in case I don't get the message the first time! I believe He wants me to be patient and to rely on His timing, rather than on a timeline I feel is appropriate. So my goal for the next few weeks is to exercise patience, watch for His guidance, and read His Word.

Until the next time...