Transition
It really hit me hard this past week...the realization of my current transitional situation. I recently gave away a huge chunk of my belongings and what I did not give away I stored in plastic storage containers. I have some clothes that I wear to work hanging in the closet and a few casual clothes. But there's not much else that is not stored away.
This is a different time for me...transitional time. It's the time before the big move. It is really important not to focus my attention on all that is going on in my life with a negative attitude. After I've moved to Africa, I don't want to look back and wish that I had enjoyed these last few months in America more.
I have determined in my heart to enjoy all that is going on around me and to see it all with a more thankful heart.
The other day I was telling a friend of mine about some frustrations I was experiencing. We ended up laughing about my attitude. I walked away thanking the Lord for the grace to see all this transition from a light-hearted point of view. I want to look back at this time and be able to smile and laugh...while I enjoy the transition time right now.
This is a different time for me...transitional time. It's the time before the big move. It is really important not to focus my attention on all that is going on in my life with a negative attitude. After I've moved to Africa, I don't want to look back and wish that I had enjoyed these last few months in America more.
I have determined in my heart to enjoy all that is going on around me and to see it all with a more thankful heart.
The other day I was telling a friend of mine about some frustrations I was experiencing. We ended up laughing about my attitude. I walked away thanking the Lord for the grace to see all this transition from a light-hearted point of view. I want to look back at this time and be able to smile and laugh...while I enjoy the transition time right now.
posted by Lydia | 8:11 AM
1 Comments:
I remember feeling this way, Lydia. I was basking in "home." I enjoyed watching the kids play in the yard. It was beautiful summer weather, so peaceful. The weeks we were packing up and loading the container, Tom and I would often sit on the front steps of our apartment and just chat. It was such a wonderful place to live, such a wonderful time in life. Every once in awhile, I miss that time a lot; I want it back. But then I think of all the negatives of that life and all of the positives here. Hmmm, this is your blog, not mine :)
connie
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