Lord, through all the
you have been our home!
Next month, David and I will celebrate our 7th year wedding anniversary!
In our almost 7 years of marriage, we’ve lived in 5 different homes, and in 4 different states. It’s been a true whirlwind. We’ve hardly had a ‘normal’ life at all, probably one that most counselors would warn is a recipe for disaster with all the moving, traveling and constant change facing us. Even so, I’ve come to internalize this truth:
The Lord is our HOME.
Our first apartment was a mile from the Redondo Beach pier, in Torrance, California. We had 600 square feet and a one car garage. It was much bigger than my studio apartment (400 square feet) and I was in heaven having a home for us. We unpacked all those wedding gifts and squished a queen sized bed into that tiny bedroom, only to have to move a short 10 months later.
We moved to Vancouver, Washington into a huge 2 bedroom apartment with two full bathrooms! I met one of my best friends there, learned how to be married away from family, and we bought our first house together….
In Tualatin, Oregon. We moved across the river to the hippy side, to the smallest in a beautiful neighborhood. We brought home our baby girl to this house, had birthdays and housewarmings and baby showers and movie nights and goodness, just lots and lots of fun in that house. It will forever hold a special place in my heart.
Three years after buying that special house, we moved again. This time clear across the country, to Caldwell New Jersey. It was a year of learning how to be a stay at home mom, making new friends, experiencing a completely different culture and having my husband home more than I’d ever had before. It was a beautiful yet hard and refining adjustment. Then our landlord sold the house we rented, so we moved yet again…
To Lincoln Park, New Jersey. This town is probably most known for the flooding that took place during Hurricanes Irene and Sandy. We decided to take that risk, because how many hurricanes can Jersey take, really?! 🙂 I’m still crossing my fingers it won’t flood. So far, so good. Except for my car… But that wasn’t even in our city!
As I look back, the landscape has changed so much. The size, the culture– EVERYTHING is different about each place we’ve lived in. But one thing has remained constant, and He has never changed and has provided, protected and proved himself faithful throughout every. single. move. He will again, I’m sure of it.
I know we won’t live in Lincoln Park for much longer (remember my interesting landlord? Well, he’s gotten even more interesting and I’m not sure we can take it!). I do know that no matter where we go, the Lord is our Home and He is perfect.