That is the word for today. I returned on Wednesday from a week back home.
A week in the place where I lived for 20 + years. A place I called home.
I realized while I was there that you can never go back.
Things change. People change. Places change.
I woke up. I woke up to the fact that it is not the same.
I enjoyed seeing people and places, but it and they are different.
I am grateful for the time. I am grateful for the friends. I am grateful for the reminder that this new place where I live is home. I have friends here. I have a life here.
I need and want to AWAKE to the fact that things are good here. Life is good here.
My eyes were opened and I can see that I need to stop counting years, months and weeks since I arrived in the new place. I need to begin counting the days of joy in the place HE has placed me and my family.
Awaken to the wonders that are around me in the new place I am trying to call home.
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Thank you for your great thoughts! My family moved this past year and it is a challenge to make sure that you aren't constantly looking over your shoulder. It can be difficult, but what a sweet thing for our Father God to remind you that what is over your shoulder might not be better then what is right in front of you! All the best!
Great post! It just goes to show that nothing stays the same. Jesus really is the only constant in our lives.
It's hard to go back but I'm so grateful that in our spiritual life, we need never go back. And we can be assured that we have a "forever" home that we will never, ever have to leave. Halleluya!
Hope you have a lovely weekend.
Thanks for the thoughtful post. You are right…things change. I am your newest follower. God walks before us, into the new and unknown.
Oh, I needed to hear this today! Thank you for your honesty. I am living in a new place (5 months now) and I ache to return to the old place I call home. It hasn't been years, but I find myself counting. Thank you for reminding me that I need to move on…to accept where God has placed me and to look at the awesome things in my new home.
The perfect post for me — Massachusetts to Nebraska girl – to read. Thanks, Mary!
kindred hearts ~ we could hash this one out together! Praying for you, because I know how to pray on this one!