Moving. I don't like it at all. I have moved too many times to count. Dad was with the banks and Credit Unions and would bounce from community to community. For many years I was an Intentional Interim Minister, like Sarah Fanning had been here, and that meant we were moving each year or other year. Then we had the big move to Australia, the big move back and now off to Ontario. You'd think I would be used to moving by now, but I am not.
There are however a couple of benefits to moving. One it helps you get rid of a lot of junk. Why did I keep this? These papers seemed so important at one time, but now they have been moved into a why bother pile. So that's good. I truly believe we are too caught up in keeping stuff that we don't need, so the occasional purge is a good thing.
Another good thing about moving. Sometimes you find something that you are sure you had lost. On my fortieth birthday, Brian gave me a lovely watch. But for the past few years, I could not find it. I thought it was lost and I was somewhat distressed about it. That was until a week and a half ago. I opened a tiny metal box that was at the back of my dresser and voila, inside the box, was my long lost watch. I am sure other things will go missing in this move, but at least I have found my special watch.
I liken life to be like a move. Too often we compartimentalize the various facets of our life. This person goes in the good box. This person not so much. These experiences are helpful. These ones have not been so helpful. Yes sometimes we need to box things up and store them in some kind of order. Other times we need to open those boxes and make discovery of things we had forgotten we had. Blessings.
