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the Transition

Navigating my emotions amidst the transition to our new roles at Vera Lloyd has been like a spring day in Kansas.  I have woken to cold rains of grief that have been followed quickly by sunny, warm days of hope and promise.  I have waded through storms of misplaced guilt and violent winds of doubt.  But there is something about spring days in Kansas.  As widespread their nature and polarized their behavior, they build into a unified season that produces fresh blooms and new life that had been forgotten during the cold of winter.  They have a Creator who is also their Sustainer.  And every brush stroke of His artistic moves are intentionally and wisely painted into our lives on the tapestry of His Good Plan. 

Because leaving Barton was not on our radar when the call came...because the threshold of houseparenting brought us to a corridor we were not expecting...because there have been many unknowns throughout the process and some are still lingering around...anxiety has been at our back door.  Doubt has whispered in our ears.  Guilt and questions have come knocking.  But because we know the voice of our Good and unchanging God...because we trust this corridor is not a hallway but a life...because the unknowns are further possibilities to witness God's miraculous provision as we have in the last several years of our life...because we can be in no better place or position than exactly where God wants us...peace has been in our home.  Confidence has filled our lips and hearts.  Freedom, joy, and promise have opened the door of our life to new things we never would have known if we had not packed up our life in a U-Haul two years ago and travelled to an unknown world.

I cannot tell you the gratitude I have for His goodness.  Or the praise I have for His sweet patience with me.  I am such a work in progress, and the potter returns to the wheel day after day helping me become someone who can reflect His story, His character, His name.  Oh may it be so.

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