Settling in?

When we moved to this place in a field, it was with a certain amount of fear and trepidation that we came.  After all this place had a bit of history with it's pastors and it is a place of strong people, so I felt I needed to live prepared to move on maybe one day soon. The uniqueness of this place meant that if I needed to move on from my work, I'd also need to move on from my home and my community.

That may seem like insecurity, and I'm ok wearing that title. But it is also the sort of thing that is concerned with the well being of my family and my heart. You can lay the title of concerned father on me too.

So one of the small things I did when we moved in here, was to keep the boxes. Break them down and fold them up and store them in the garage.  I do that as well when we purchase something new for the house or work here, I keep the boxes, ...for when we need to pack up and move.

Well, we're nearly done six years here. I know, it's hard to believe. Six years, and there's no indication that it's time to move on.

This sixth year has been about Lauralea and I praying and asking about ways to be here more deeply. To not be the transient people who live in the church house, who come with the church. That's not an easy thing to accomplish when your whole community is based on the place you live in the house provided for you by the church.

Then yesterday evening I had an epiphany as I was cleaning out the garage. It came on my third trip to the bin with crushed boxes which I had just decided needed to go. I realized I was throwing out boxes, burning bridges, abandoning my escape plan. I became aware of the fact that I don't need an escape hatch right now.

Then I remembered how days before I was ready to nail a fresh nail in the center of a wall to hang a picture. After six years I was ready to put a new hole in a wall, and as many as are needed for that matter. Hmm, that's a change.

And now even as I write this, Lauralea has left on a trip down the road to the Garden and Flower Shop to purchase a Plum tree and a cherry tree/bush whatever to plant in our yard. Fruit trees. For planting in (someone elses) our yard.


This is good. It means that yes we are settling in and God is answering prayer, and yes maybe we do belong here more than we feel like we do on the bad days.

And I believe that that settledness passes on to the people. Though nothing new is observed, something is transferred in the unseen. Trust grows, people listen, change happens, life increases, community flourishes.

So it seems we are making a home here. Finally.


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Comments

  1. There's rather a lot to say and it's tricky to say it here. Maybe we'll wait until facetime & see if it can be said then?

    I may be having a conversation Monday night that helps decide where our future lies.

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  2. That'll be great Toni, I hope it can be said. In the mean time I'll be praying for you on Monday.
    Take care my friend.

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  3. It's hard to believe it's been six years. It seems like yesterday that I was watching you streaming from your Christmas party in Saskatchewan! Just from what I see you share, I can tell you are part of a great work there and I know that you are encouraging many people because you've continued to encourage me all of these years even though I am just observing from afar. I told my wife just a few days ago that I hope we can make it up there one of these days and meet in person.

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  4. Thank you, that means a lot. :)

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  5. Thanks for your prayers, Randall. ATM I rather think we shall be moving on next year, the way things are headed, but for now we're still here. Tomorrow night the church wardens in the area all get commissioned for another year by the bishop, and I wondered whether I was going to need to be there or not. ;)

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  6. And the thing is that people notice the roots deepening. Not only is it affirming to them but it also helps them feel secure.

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