Where We Belong
I returned home this evening after a week away. It’s the longest we’ve been away since moving in. We had the mail held, turned the heat down to 55, and basically emptied the fridge. So now I am turning up the heat in increments lower than five degrees (so we don’t use extra power) until we reach a more comfortable temperature. Our house also has a distinct scent. I usually smell it when I walk in from outside. Thankfully it’s a fresh scent, but I can’t tell if it’s the house itself or something we use. Tim is on his way to Norway for three weeks so Sara Ellen are on our own for quite a while in our own home.
When I walked in, it felt a little foreign. I’ve always been comfortable here and it just about feels like home. We’ve always known this isn’t a permenant home. It’s not for sale and we’ll need more room sooner or later. So I wonder, how do you decide where you belong? When great opportunities come up, but you aren’t certain you want it, how do you decide? It is a little like the story of the man on the roof during a flood. Several people come to help but he declines because he’s waiting for God’s help. He dies and God asks why he didn’t take the help sent his way.
I prayed a lot when we were working on finding a home in CVille. I know He cares about all aspects of our life. We can ask Him for help with issues large and small. I believe God has great things in mind for us, and I believe we make choices for ourselves. How do we make our choices, when we’re not sure what is best? Is there a best choice, or just several good choices?
I know that I want Sara Ellen to continue having, and her future siblings (none on the way) to have great relationships with their grandparents. As long as we continue living in our own home, our future children will not have the same beginning as Sara Ellen did living with my parents and very near my in-laws. As long as we are relatively close and see them regularly, the lives of all will be enriched.
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