Tonight feels strange. We are on the brink of a new adventure.
A new weather front forming far above us in the Heavenlies… angels stirring the winds of change.
A strange sense of certainty in spite of many unanswered questions.
The anticipation of a new chapter, a crisp page before us waiting to be turned- the story still to be written but we are certain it will end happily ever after.
I don’t feel scared, I don’t feel anxious. A little sad, but a good kind of sad. Memories come back to life before me as I move from room to room as if a flicking movie tape is playing the best bits of the last 6 years.
HOME is so important to me. But the essence of this home is coming with us. As I watch my two beautiful children snore in their bunk beds for the last time in this house I feel their nervous excitement at the impending change tomorrow will bring. As we step out in faith we are taking them with us and I declare the goodness of God, his love, adundant provision and faithfulness with see us through. He has us safe and we, in turn, have them safe. Quietly I whisper to myself, to them but most of all to the lingering friend of ‘Home’ that has made this house so special…
May the road rise up to meet us.
May the wind be always at our back.
May the sun shine warm upon our faces; the rains fall soft upon our fields and until we meet again,
May God hold us in the palm of His hand.