today i am thinking of how often we forget to love the place we are in... well, i do. it has been 7 months since we moved to this island and quite frankly, we have had a rough go at it. corbin seemed to have adjusted quite well. kids are resilient. however, the past few weeks he has been expressing, on a daily basis, that he misses gigi & papa and grandma. he gets his emotional side from me. and it breaks my heart to know that he longs for them and i can not do anything about it. i have missed home for quite some time now. i have tried to be positive. to think about what God wants me to learn from this experience. i have yet to come up with an answer. dont get me wrong, it has been lovely being able to go to all of these different places, experience the things i have, and see beauty that i never thought id see. and for those things, along with many others, i consider myself blessed. but even though it rains enough here, spiritually, i am in a dry spell. i never thought i would want to live in odessa. never ever! but the older i get, the older my children get... i dont know. it just doesnt seem so bad, settling down near family and friends. the familiar. so for now, i will try to pray about my heart. to be content in the things i have been given. to be present. and as for the rest, like always, i will leave it up to God. because all of my plans have a way of coming unraveled.
"so humble me just as You did the king who lost his mind in the wilderness. and dont let me go back until i confess, You are the Only God." -bethany dillon : deliver me
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