Right now I am sitting outside watching red, orange, and gold rain down all around me. The evening light catches the leaves at a perfect angle and illuminates the tree like one grand, stain-glassed window in this outdoor sanctuary.
We moved again. This is the 8th house we’ve lived in during the past two years…the adventure continues. Today finds me in the suburbs of Washington D.C in a subdivision named Montclair. Our friends, Tim and Amanda Long, are graciously letting us stay at their vacant home while they are in Florida for the next six months. It is a perfect place for this stage of the journey. “Our” new house has 3 levels, 4 bedrooms, a perfect adventure playland for the kids in the backyard, and even a fireplace. We are beyond blessed.
In some ways, I feel like God brought us out of America to bring us back here with new eyes. After spending 15 months in Iceland, I am now enamored with the most mundane, simple things. All summer long I couldn’t stop staring at the trees and vegetation here…each leaf a different shape, ivy climbing and decorating, making a mosaic of worshipful green.
I really feel God’s eye upon us. I’m not worried about the future because I know God has something up His sleeve. Too many things have happened. It’s so obvious that God has a plan and I’m learning to just kick up my feet in the passenger seat and trust that the Driver knows where He’s going. The more I travel through life, the more I’m realizing that God determines our steps. Even our choices somehow fit into His mastermind puzzle that we can’t even begin to figure out. So, we don’t. We just submit, trust….and then REST.
