Here We Go Again....

We are counting down our last week in Florida and living among boxes again. The kids are beyond excited to be going back to Tennessee. (Since we moved Coco contrasts a lot between Florida and Tennessee; it's much easier than saying Covington & Lakewood Ranch so we let her go with it.) Donald and I are both dealing with everything as best we can. It's an emotional roller coaster and some days are better than others. There are blessings all around and I would be remiss to start having a pity party. One blessing is that my parents are living in a house big enough to accomodate 4 extra people and a dog. The plan is to move in with them until Donald finds a job. We don't know where he'll find one and honestly, we don't care. As usual a church song fills my heart and mind when I get anxious about it all: Wherever He Leads I'll Go. Covington, Memphis, Nashville, Timbuktu...we don't care. Okay, here's where I'm going to reveal the crazy in me. There is a teensy, wheensy part of me that thinks its kinda cool I have no idea where we will be living in 3 months. Donald attributes this to the "gypsy in my blood." I attribute this strange anticipation of the unknown to my faith. Claiming our family scripture, Romans 8:28, how can I feel anything but excitement? If I allowed myself to really focus on the reality of our situation, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't get out of bed. There is a man in our Community Group here that has unwittingly ministered to me time and time again. He's about 80 years old and a former pastor so he's got wisdom oozing out. He said one day that he believed it was impossible for a Christian to be depressed. I wasn't sure I agreed with him until now. By earthly measure, we have nothing. By heavenly measure, we have everything.