Moving to Orlando three years ago, we unpacked most boxes quickly. Some, however, took longer while we decided what to do with the contents. One thing we unpacked slowly, deliberately, were the blessings that God generously and continuously gave to us: Freedom. Friends. Community. Financial Peace. Strength in Marriage. School. Church. More Friends. Knowing Him More. Trusting Him More. Love. I cannot fully grasp all that has been done here in this time, but it has been wonderful on this hill. A part of me has been somewhat fearful that a time would come to move down from the hill and into the valley. Valleys have deep tones, painful tones. Ones I have not wanted to face, given the easy and full life up on my hill. But life promises us valleys at some time or other. Have my prayers for God to humble me, make me ever more dependent and trusting of Him held an implicit plea for a trip to the valley?
Up on our hill, we sense the gentle winds of change beginning to blow at our backs. The wind is gentle now, making us aware of its presence, but soon it will pick up strength and we will have to adjust our position. Whether it forces us down into the valley or just to another grassy knoll remains to be seen. But change is a-coming. My desire is to follow God's will, wherever it leads us. I hope He sees that as much as I love life here, and all of the incredible people He has joined our hearts with, I am willing to lay it all down to follow Him. After all, what good is an offering that costs me nothing?
