The District of Confusion

Well good afternoon one and all.

Today is nothing special, but it marks one less day I have within everything familiar. After 22.9 years in South Eastern North Carolina, the time has come to move onto a new adventure. And an adventure I hope it to be, I KNOW it to be.

God has worked every detail out and I have nothing to fear. I have a place to rest my head, resources to consume, and more than my share of opportunities for growth and development. So why does my head swim when I consider the transition to my new home in the nation’s capital?

I am sure many of you have ideas you would be willing to share with me, but I think it is safe to assume that the emotions are natural. While many people enjoy change, we all hate it. I might relish the thought of exploring new surroundings, but I simultaneously loathe the fact I must leave familiar ones. It is a battle we all fight in our own way.

So as I move into a new season of life I am reminded of the amazing hope for the future born from the promise of Christ to take care of me, to provide for me, to shape me into a better person, someone more like Him.

I am also reminded of a great song by Nicole Nordeman. Here are the lyrics:

Every evening sky, an invitation
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer

And even when the trees have just surrendered
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and was to come
You are autumn

And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter

And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring

The end of a season? Maybe. But it is the beginning of so much more…