We moved one month ago to a place I’ve visited many times: my husband’s hometown in Northwest Ohio.
The home we bought is perfect for our family and an answer to many of my prayers over the years.
We have plenty of space, a large southern style front porch (if any of you know me personally you understand why that fact alone makes my heart flutter with excitement), grown trees that offer plenty of shade, and a sense of security that may be only understood by those who have moved too many times.
But this is my 11th move in 11 years, and it’s hard.
Saying goodbye to friendships I’ve cultivated since our last move 3 years ago is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
I became accustomed to our little bi-level home being the safe place for many friends to come over and share their lives with me.
Laughter and tears occurred simultaneously during the confession of a friend whose child was pushing her to the brink of pure insanity.
Another friend opened her heart about the depression she was struggling with which allowed the rest of us to share moments few others know about.
One day, a woman joined us whom I had never met before. She began telling her story, and my heart filled with sadness as she spoke of the things her family endured over the last few years.
I could share a hundred more occasions with you where God opened the door to community and fellowship in that less than stellar place. My prayers were answered for friends who would understand me, support me, and give me wisdom I desperately needed.
We also had a church home where our family thrived. It was exactly what we needed to move forward in our faith.
And as much as I would love to say Central Ohio is our permanent home I cannot. Just as God calls others to grow in their faith he has chosen us to move again and trust.
Trust him to give us a place to put down roots.
Trust him to provide new friends and community.
Trust him to teach us how to deepen our faith.
Trust him to continually heal our hurts and give us new life.
When we learn to trust God with our lives we can take our fears of moving and place them at the foot of the cross. Unfortunately, I often go back and lay those fears on my shoulders again and again.
I’m a slow learner. How about you?
If you are in transition this summer will you trust God to give you his best? Open your heart, and forge ahead. You never know what will happen next.
I’m excited to announce that I will be heading up the After the Boxes are Unpacked NW Ohio Community Group!!!! Women who have recently moved to Toledo and surrounding areas are welcome to contact me for further information: email@example.com