Transitions

As of yesterday at 6:30pm, I officially had everything removed from the place I called home for the last 6 yrs. I was very surprised to find myself getting a wee bit emotional about having to hand in a set of keys. It was harder than I thought. As my friend Carol and I stood there looking around at the emptiness, it dawned on me just what I was giving up. This was not just a home but a place my Father gave me when I had no where else to go. It was a place of independence and freedom. It was where I entertained and enjoyed the company of others to which some went late into the night. It was my sanctuary away from the craziness of the world. It was the first place that I had all to myself, I did not have to share it unless I wished to. Now, because I have chosen to keep my hand on the plow, this is in a sense is all gone. In a way, I can now be classified as "homeless" but only in the fact that I no longer have a home of my own.

Since I am not living on the streets but staying with a really good friend and her family, I fall under a different type of "homeless". It a way it is more of a transitional stage. There is no doubt in my mind that this is the first of many transitions to come.


My friend and her family made this first one bearable. By the time everything was done, it was supper time. I was amazed to see the fancy dinnerware and glasses being used for our meal. Whether or not this was intentional, it was very touching. The girls prepared and served the meal. It was a simple but lovely meal that was made with love. There is a comfort that is within this dwelling especially with the family themselves. Them having a couple dogs is a bonus.

The next transition comes in a few hours. First an overnight stay in San Francisco. This is but a mini transition along the way. Although it is brief, it will be where the resting and refocusing will begin. This is there I can finally start to get excited and focused on the next part of the journey. Then within 48hrs, off to China. This will be another transition and a much larger one.

What is to come? Only the Father knows. I just know what I have gone through up to this point. It has been a bone tiring, weary ride and I am exhausted. However, now that the roots have been "ripped" out and the time has finally arrived to move on, I feel that I can keep going. It is in the knowing that I am never really "homeless" for somewhere along the way there will always be a place for me to lay my head. Where I have been staying for the last 48hrs is a testimony to this. The love that has been given freely to me while here has helped to renew and remove much of the weariness that was within. Although I may be tired, the spirit within feels the need to soar to which will be set to flight in the next few hours.
Blessings,
Rim