That’s what’s been happening at my daughter and son-in-law’s this week. They are selling their first home, the one they moved into as newlyweds, the only home their little toddler has ever known, to move into a newer home that they’ve been blessed to purchase. So of course my mind has set to reminiscing ….
My husband and I moved 10 times during the first 10 years of our marriage. We didn’t purchase a house until we had been married 25 years. But in every one of our moves, God helped us make a home wherever he planted us. Even if that meant we were living and sharing a house with gracious friends for several years. Starting over after a cross-country-move meant that belongings deemed important enough to save were shipped by UPS to our parents’ home to be stored just a little longer. And when we moved into our own place again? None of us felt comfortable spreading out in that large rented house, so we found ourselves often huddled together on one couch in one room.
So all of that moving planted in me a restlessness for change. If we stayed in a place longer than a few years, I found myself changing up the furniture arrangements every few months. When our children’s friends came over, they would say, “I never know where your couch is going to be when I walk in!” Sounds fun, but when the room is not very big to start with, or the budget is too limited, there were some “creative” arrangements over the years! (Yeah, the fabric covered cardboard box for an end table didn’t last too long.)
Still, I wouldn’t trade any of those living spaces for something more spacious, or modern, or dreamy. When I look back I can gladly say that each place became exactly what it needed to be: OUR HOME.
So today, when I am in a place of INNER change, and I feel like my heart is being relocated to somewhere strange and unfamiliar, why do I find myself looking back and wanting to stay the same? Perhaps all of this upheaval that I grow anxious over, is actually the way that Jesus is rearranging the furniture of my soul.
He moves us closer to Himself, and knocks down walls that were blocking the view. He opens windows and changes the lighting. And all along the way He brings us closer to the neighborhood of Heaven, giving us glimpses of the MORE that He has planned for us.
WELCOME HOME is what He whispers to the deep places of my heart.