Boxes, boxes everywhere! On the floor, behind the chair. I'm not a poet so I'm going to stop there :) But this is reality in my house right now. I've never moved before, but I'm sure that some moves are more chaotic than this. It's actually organized chaos. My mom is doing a GREAT job. Still, there is something disconcerting about seeing my house "come undone". There is a sense of instability when the place that has always been secure is now in chaos. While this is "just a house", in many ways, it has been a harbor. A refuge. A place that has always been stable no matter what.
Something I have been learning to do over the last six or so months is to keep reaching deeper to figure out why the reason behind emotions. Obviously, moving is an emotional process no matter what. Moving from the home you've lived in your entire life in your twenties is a big deal. But as I examine what I think and feel, there is something deeper and I think this is it. Or at least part of it. My home has been safety when changes happen. Big or small, my home was there. My room is very much a place of refuge. In the big change of moving, where do you go for stability or a refuge? The old one is being dismantled and the new one is just that. - new. It takes time to become comfortable and to develop that sense of security. In thinking of all of this, I see the words I'm using. Refuge. Safety. Stability. Security. I use these to describe a brick and mortar building but where is my refuge really? What is my security? Where do I find safety? The answer to all of those words and questions should be God. The Bible talks about Him as our Refuge. We are told He does not change (stable). In Him do we find safety and security. Yes, our homes and our families can provide that to a point, but moving shows that these things aren't perfect at providing the comfort we need all the time. Only God can. God is not in chaos. God provides peace in the chaos. Believe me, I am great at saying these things; these truths. I'm not always great at living them or believing them. But that doesn't change the truth of the statements and they are what I can hold on to when all the emotions of moving creep (or crash) in. In every house, God is there. It will all be okay. And one day, the new place will be what the old one was. I don't mean this to be depressing or mopey. Please don't worry about me :) If you want to pray over the process, we would greatly appreciate that! And I'm wondering, for those of you who have moved before, does this resonate? Can you relate? What would you add to these statements?
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