All my boys are at school. I am home alone. My bed is made. The dishwasher is unloaded. I walked 3.5 miles, I don’t even need to wait till Friday to write!
And it’s pretty tempting to post because it was a year ago today that we came to visit Chattanooga for the first time. I had been here, very briefly, as a child, and Will had as well, but neither of us had even passed through in the last thirty years. Earlier in the summer, Will had visited and learned lots of wonderful things about the area, but it is still a surreal experience to touch down and immediately start asking yourself, “Could I live here?” I mean, I probably do that everywhere I land, but when you are strongly considering uprooting and really doing it, it has a slightly different feel. Anyway, we landed early evening on a Sunday and flew out Tuesday afternoon. We never saw the sun; it rained nearly the entire time, often in torrential fashion. The boys and I spent lots of time with a realtor, seeing many different neighborhoods, including atop two different mountains. But the one area we did not see was Lookout Mountain. That first trip I could not have envisioned the walk I just returned from that has expansive views on both edges of the mountain. I could not fathom the views because with the rain, there were no views. I did not know Sam would walk home from school or that church and youth group would also be steps away. It is amazing to stop and think what can change in a year!
I’m usually a terrible phone friend, but I caught up with Caitlin (my niece) this morning for nearly an hour. Her life too has changed drastically in a year. It was almost a year ago that we met Cam for the first time. They’d been dating most of the summer and she’d been telling us all kinds of wonderful things, but we just hadn’t met him yet. Then we all went to a Nats game and it took maybe an inning to see that Cam was charming and kind, and most importantly, crazy about Caitlin — tomorrow will be their two-month anniversary. So Caitlin left Northern Virginia too, and the little school where my boys were students. She is loving married life in NYC, and will be tutoring this fall.
So I don’t know if crazy, huge changes sound terrifying to you, or indeed most welcome. All I know is that a LOT can happen in a year and that God has a plan for all of it.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
May we seek Him and find Him in every season, whether it be a season of change or not.