Moving

I prefer simple. Losing my mind feels like a strong possibility if there are too many potential outcomes produced from an equal number of potential processes. Circumstances, on occasion, present themselves in such a way that multi-tasking appears to be the most efficient solution, causing any thoughts I currently posses to hide among the fog that now occupies my brain. Like I said, I prefer simple.

Moving is NOT simple. It's a constant multi-step process of decision-making. Should I keep? Should I sell? Should I ship? Should I store? Why do I even own this? And all of these questions lead up to the mother of all moving questions: How do I say goodbye well? In the midst of trying to take care of every one of my material possessions, I'm also trying to communicate love and appreciation to those that have invested in me and those that I've invested in. Emotionally, I'm spent. Mentally, I'm exhausted. Physically, I'm dragging. And spiritually, a Psalm is beating me upside the head.

Psalm 27:1 "The Lord is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life - of whom shall I be afraid?"

Fear is my vice - fear of the unknown, fear of "being unknown", fear of rejection, fear of never measuring up, fear of being alone. What this verse tells me is that knowing the future, being remembered and revered, being accepted by all, perfection, or relationships with people will NOT light my path, save my soul, or keep me safe from the battles of life. Only the Lord can guide me, redeem me, and protect me.

Psalm 27:14 "Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."

There is no promise of immediate relief. The process is the valuable part of the lesson. If I skip the tasks required to reach the end goal, I learn very little, and, more than likely, miss out on some amazing opportunities to let God's glory shine.

So, today, I'm going to ask The Lord to make my heart willing to do the next thing, whatever that may be. I want to be obedient, I want to say goodbye well, and I want to honor The Lord in the process. Happy Sunday!




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