5-22-12
It’s been awhile since I last recorded the things God is
teaching me, especially while we seek a church home. We are almost at the 6
month mark with no definitive answer over where God would have us find
community. Of course, with two parents in and out of the hospital as well as
some major health concerns of our own, I’m not sure we would have noticed the
answer even if it was written overhead in the sky. I know I haven’t been
looking up enough, figuratively speaking. Hanging on would be a better analogy.
But our parents are better, my spouse will soon see the
doctor and I have graduated from two of my three physical therapy assignments –
finally! I have also started gardening again, necessary with all the weeds that
have sprung up during my time of PT and all the exercises that go with it. As I
have transplanted the daylilies and found room for the vegetable plants started
from seed by my children and grandkids, God pointed out that He is in the
process of transplanting us – digging deeply and carefully around our roots in
order to make it easier to pop us out of our normal surroundings. As I look at
the daylilies I’ve dug up and put in a temporary container, I notice their
droopiness and acknowledge my own, thirsty and out of my element in so many
ways.
Tlc
