Posted: Wednesday, August 4, 2010 10:55 pm

Moving Day brings a lot of questions, few answers
Well, today was the day. We began moving out of our home at 8 am this morning and now 12 hours later I have taken a deep breath and sat down for what seems to be the first time all day.

It feels wonderful. It would feel better if I could lie down, but that can’t happen until we can locate some sheets and pillows.

 It is a funny thing, this moving business. It wears you out and opens your eyes all at the same time. For instance…

I was teaching a class tonight on Christian environmentalism and stewardship. But, all day I spent boxing and loading way too much stuff with little or no redeeming value and certainly not crucial in our life needs quota. Am I living what I am preaching and teaching?

Or how about the weird way the move has affected our dog. All morning our 1-year-old Springer Spaniel has sensed something strange was up as she watched all her favorite smells and spots get loaded onto a truck. But now, with those same smell and spots relocated into another house, her energy is almost frenetic though her eyes are still a little unsettled.

Do I respond as well to the new and different, trusting the one who leads me all the way?

Or how about the accommodations we make to hold onto something of sentimental value. In my case it was taking out the upper and lowers sash, the casement, the track and the trim of an upstairs window and then hoisting the bed and chest up the ladder and through the hole in the wall.

Would I be that accommodating for someone else, friend or stranger?

 And finally, with most of another move under our belt, one which was absolutely not planned after the last move, what is it God is trying to tell me about planning out my life as if it were all my own life to plan? Do you ever get the feeling God keeps nudging and pushing you just enough to keep you off balance and thereby very dependent on him?

 Just a few thoughts from the shallows….so pull me out before I fall asleep and drown!