Not Home Yet

We closed on the sale of our house only hours before one of the worst floods our area has ever seen. I was so consumed with packing and moving and getting someplace for the night that I didn’t really know what was happening around me. Within hours some people in my hometown had water up to their rooflines, people were taking shelter in their attics, cars were being swept away in currents, rescue boats were going into neighborhoods and workers were cutting holes in roofs to get people out. The Gulf Coast has had it’s share of weather related catastrophes but we’re talking hurricanes not torrential downpours in April. It has left many in the area financially and emotionally devastated.

I have tried to keep this in mind over the past week because I’ve found myself getting down on my circumstances. Yes, we successfully sold our house (yay!), but our new one (that was supposed to be finished mid-April) still has weeks to go before completion. We are staying with a dear couple who has given us access to a wonderful garage apartment with more luxuries than many have. We have plenty of room for the three of us, a little kitchenette, a memory foam mattress, and cable TV (my daughter thinks having 24/7 access to Mickey Mouse is about the best thing on earth). It truly is a blessing to be here but I still find myself getting discouraged and anxious. I long to get into our new house and to be able to turn it into our home. I long for the rest that I will experience when I sleep in my own bed. I long to move from this temporary phase to a more permanent one. 

And that’s when I’m reminded that this is all temporary. As Christians we are all stuck in the waiting room. We are all longing for home. It may not be a recognizable yearning of your heart but it’s there - that feeling that there is more than this. And let me tell you, I am so glad there is!