Yesterday, I began unpacking my heart. I put some thoughts in drawers and filed some memories in the little wooden slats in my desk. I was reluctant. It was scary. I have spent most of the last 2 years living out of suitcases, happily nomadic. I’ve had my grab and go on for so long, but now I'm learning a new trick- I’m learning to “stay.”
It's surprising when moving forward means...not moving. For now.
Not that I wouldn't love an adventure- (my passport still has empty, hungry pages.) But I'm waiting for this:
Exodus 33:14 -15
"And he said, "My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest." And he said to him, "If your presence will not go with me, do not bring us up from here."
And so we set up camp. Somehow the ritual of it all helps to anchor me down to the here. Kind of like- when Mr. Rodgers came home and he changed sweaters and shoes. I think he wanted to get the message across that he was going to stay a while. My heart is rocking the Santa Rosa sweater right now. Although, the no-shoes inside-ness of Asia lives on :)
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