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.
