We've been helping our family move to a new state and I keep thinking how moving means upheaval and a bit of chaos. It's like camping but you're not on vacation.
And always there are sad goodbyes. Monday morning friends in the old neighborhood waved us off, "This is hard but better than waving goodbye to an empty house." commented my sweet daughter-in-law.
Then there's the stuff that gets boxed and hauled, dropped and bent- just stuff but it's our stuff and we're attached. Small distractions seem unending- like the coffee maker but no carafe, beds but no sheets, the first week box still in hiding. . .
But the little pink bike came off the moving truck, there's a new park around the corner, new neighbors on the doorstep with cookies and a new home with a picture window. Around a makeshift table with paper plates, plastic spoons and dinner in the crockpot- Noah prayed, "God you are faithful and kind."
Indeed
For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever and his faithfulness to all generations
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