Moving is sobering in many ways. You anticipate the move. You can hardly imagine actually leaving where you are and going to the new place. At the beginning, the move is far in the future—almost over the horizon. Then day by day, moment by moment, you creep toward the date. Suddenly it is the time. It is time to pack the apartment where you are living and sign papers and promises for an hour to buy the new digs. Then the movers show up and in three hours or so you don't live "there" anymore. You live "here." You had normal. Now you have new normal.
So is that the way it will be at the end of this life? Will we have anticipated a move to a new home sometime, someday and then be surprised when moving day comes? I bet so. We will be surprised to leave our temporary apartment body and place and move into our new body and place. May we all find our lives firmly resting in Jesus so when moving day comes we move to his house.
God help us all.
2 comments:
Maybe, in both cases, the actual moving is the worst part!
Hope you and Annette are getting settled well.
Congratulations, Eddie. That's quickly becoming an elegant part of Austin (the Domain has nothing on Mueller). I hope you come to love it as much as you did Abilene.
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