I'm writing this Tuesday night but by the time I'm done making sense of this post, it will probably be early Wednesday morning. This post is just going to be words. No cute pictures of N looking at pumpkins or swinging at the park, no breathtaking shots of an amazing sunset, no Pinterest pins of things on my wish list.
Life has me flabbergasted. Totally and utterly discombobulated. We're leaving in a few short hours to start our journey back home from Chicago and I'm not afraid to admit that going home is going to be strange. I feel like God is moving, doing some pretty big things with our hope and our future, and while they are still uncertain, too uncertain to talk about yet, I feel changed.
I had the blessing of going to Willow Creek for service last week and the worship was the kind that you feel in your soul. God was there and He was moving. I haven't had a worship experience like that in what feels like a decade - tears flowing, hands up in the air, head bowed in complete surrender. God is changing me.
We have been so focused on our finances lately - selling things on Craigslist, eBay, and at our yard sale, wondering why simple things have to cost so much, selling a car to get rid of a car payment (yep, we did that), and adjusting our budget to live more simply. Guess what the message was about? Yep, money. How it's not our own, it's simply a tool that God has given us while we're here on Earth. Hello, conviction.
Going home is going to be weird. I have such hope for a big move for us, for big changes in our life this month, and I am waiting and barely breathing with anticipation to see what doors He opens and which path we're meant to journey on.
I have a lot more words. Whispers of my heart, stirrings in my soul, but it's all too much to process right now so I'll leave you with this, my memory verse of the week:
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.