Monday, October 03, 2016

Spilled Out


Almost seven months later, I'm settled into my new town. Or as settled as I can be. I've found my drugstore, a cool doctor, love my hairdresser, and attend a church five minutes from our house, Last week we finished painting the last side plus painted the patio All that's left is the garage.

And we are talking of selling already.

It seems the market is escalating again. We missed it last time and don't want to do the same this time around since we moved here to make money. Oh it might not be for a few years yet but still we spoke about it. When we do that, I find my heart not digging into my new home. I look around me and think temporary.

I knew this whole Florida move was temporary from the start. I have a home in PA waiting for me to return to finish. But still the thought of temporary makes living here harder. The church we attend is made up of great people--people who have known each other for years and years. Some more than twenty. The pastor has been there twenty-six and they are a huge family. With this move I told myself we wouldn't church hop trying to find the best one for fellowship like I did in the past. We love the sermons and I have told myself that's enough. We might not ever fit in but for whatever reason, we have been spilled out here and that's where we will lay our roots.

Even if it is temporary.

Isn't that what we do as Christians? I'm beginning to understand that concept more and more. This is our temporary home yet we are supposed to be planting roots. making a difference for Christ but always looking ahead to our permanent home.

So maybe being spilled out here isn't so bad. However long we are here. As I move about the country, I believe more than ever in God's plan. If is for me to grow in one area by living here or interact with that one other person, then I'm okay with it.

I've been spilled out but I can still bloom.


13 comments:

Lily Robinson said...

I am happy that you have settled in to your new community. I do hope you stay in the area for a little while--long enough for a few good lunches and dinners together!

One of my favorite hymns is the old song This World is Not My Home. The best thing about growing older is losing the attachment to earthly things.

Deborah said...

the person above took my words..."This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue...." Maybe that's why I never get attached to a house...they're all just temporary. When I think of roots, I always go back to my childhood home. Mom and Dad lived in the same location for over 60 years. I think the longest we've stayed in one place is 6 years!

Lin Floyd said...

lovely loving thoughts on our purpose here on earth to touch others lives!

Lynda R Young said...

This is very timely as I'm on the brink of moving interstate to a place where I know almost no one. I've only ever moved once in my life and that was 28 years ago.
"I've been spilled out but I can still bloom." I will keep that close to me.

Susan said...

Sometimes it's hard to bloom where one is planted, Terri. Through my own life experiences, I've pretty much honed that concept. Susan

Melissa Marsh said...

I admire you so much for moving as much as you can and always making the most of it. I've lived in the state of Nebraska my entire life and the only major move I did was moving from one end to the other. :)

Kenda Turner said...

Terri, I've followed your blog now for a number of years and I'm inspired by your resilience and courage. You've had quite the number of adventures, though many not of your choice :-) Still your example of faith and perseverance is a wonderful testimony of God's presence in you life. Thanks for sharing--and it's great to 'see' you again!

Carmen said...

Some good thoughts here that spoke to me!

Trisha said...

May God Bless you Terri. Your life would make a good novel in itself. I hope you are safe with the hurricane along Florida"s coast. One thing for certain, when we remain with God, He goes before us. Many Blessings, Trisha

Becky L. said...

We've lived in this house long enough that it was time for a new roof this year. 27 years in December..one house, one town! Amazing and 39 years with the same husband as of Saturday! Good thoughts and I'm glad you found a good church. Hopefully you'll find a good place where you land next time. Maybe back at the house in PA? Nice state for sure. Happy weekend and good to hear from you again...or have I been missing your posts? Life's been busy. Take care and happy weekend!

Karen Lange said...

I like your last statement! Looking to bloom wherever I am, even if it's a temporary spot. Thanks for this good and sweet reminder. :)

Deb Shucka said...

Lovely, lovely metaphor. I think somehow knowing how temporary everything is would help one to be fully in the present moment. Which you seem to do so amazingly well. I've really been enjoying your pictures - you have such a talent for both words and pictures. :-)

Sally Wessely said...

Terri, I honestly would be really challenged to move again if I were you. I would be challenged to move no matter what. Yet, as I write this, I know that the challenge is in my heart more than in my mind. We have been studying 1 Peter in our bible study at church. It is such an important book for us to did into during these days. This is not our home. We are to be dispersed if that is the Lord's will. We are to remember that this world is not our home. I settle in and don't like to think that all things in this world are temporary.

I'm glad you like where you are and are truly pouring out and growing and blooming. I think God has you in a good place. It will be interesting to see what He does next.