We stashed backpacks of essentials in our bathtub and pulled the curtain to hide them, hoping we could run into the room and hide if people started forcing their way into our home.
Is it possible to find “home” when you move over and over again? What if “home” has nothing to do with our passport country?
Pilgrims learn to walk a life of paradox: even though their hearts are set on their final destination, they walk through each day alive to its possibilities, people and lessons.
We had hoped to have some key questions answered by now. It’s a weird, messy start to this new phase of life. Not the beginning I’d hoped for.
This morning I asked God to begin weaving the threads of my family’s life into the fabric of others’ lives here in this city. I believe place matters to God. It is not inconsequential.