home … wherever He is!

We just received word that all necessary documents are in place for closing on our Smith Farm house tomorrow. After months of purging, packing, and hauling, that space is finally empty and clean.

In an odd sort of way, I love the vacant stage. The blank canvas stands bursting with possibilities of a new chapter about to begin, but also still holds the history of all that has come before.

As various memories drift through my mind, I can only whisper a deep THANK YOU to the LORD for all the moments that space held for us over the past decadeโ€ฆ and for all the ways *He held us* in that space through joy or sorrow!

In a few days, a new family will move in and make that house their home. At the same time we are slowly getting settled into our cozy little condo across town, gearing up for our sonโ€™s senior year of high school before making the final transition to our northern coast in New Bedford, MA!

Change is bittersweet. It just is. How tender to read these verses during this reflective time, and to share them as todayโ€™s breakfast psalm: ๐ŸŒฟ

๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜™๐˜‹ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ.โฃ โฃ

๐˜“๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด.โฃ โฃ

๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต.โฃ โฃ

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜Ž๐˜–๐˜‹ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜™๐˜‹, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜Ž๐˜–๐˜‹ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง? . . . ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ?โฃ โฃ

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ต.โฃ โฃ

๐†๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” โ€ข ๐Œ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฐ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–:๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ โ€ข ๐„๐ฑ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ โ€ข ๐‰๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐š๐ก ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ โ€ข ๐ˆ ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ–:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•

Though our Smith Farm home became a sacred place for me to meet with the LORD, how comforting to be reminded that He is not confined to that time or space. The LORD will lead me forward from here and He will be with me, wherever I go.

No matter the specific time or space, wherever He is there with me, I will be home!

south Florida hibiscus, St. Andrews of Boynton Beach

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