Where's My Heart

As some of you know Chris and I do not hail from Michigan. We come from the Appalachian part of the Mid-Atlantic states--Pennsylvania and West Virginia. And we always thought we would like to return there, closer our families. Well the time has arrived for us to look, and look we are, seriously. And people are looking at us. Actually it is just one company and really they're looking at Chris. In the great job hunting scheme a company hires an employee and I am more an appendage. One they want to make and keep happy, yes, but an appendage nonetheless.

So where is this jabbering taking me? Now that relocating seems possible, I am becoming quite attached to "home". You know, where my heart is. And I have been doing a lot of thinking about home lately. Yes, home is the place we live, but it is also where so much of my attention has been. "The focus of one's domestic attention" the dictionary calls it. I wanted to create a "familiar and congenial environment" (another dictionary phrase) for my family.

Yet that doesn't encompass the family God has given us here. Not to replace the families we came from, but to help us understand His plan, to give us a glimpse of heaven. Those friends I don't know what I will do without. Those friends who have walked with us through storms only God and His people can weather together and find thanksgiving.

So I worry and fret and wonder over events that haven't yet happened. I know, ridiculous, but we all do it! And I complain to God. (I'm so thankful for the Psalms; what glorious complaining.) Somewhere in that complaining and fret and worry, I find God speaking to me. "For our citizenship is in heaven. . ." This is not your home. "Do not store up for your selves treasure on earth where moth and rust destroy and where theives break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where theives do not break in and steal, for where your treasure is there your heart will be also." Be careful your attachement to place.

Heaven is my home; I am passing through. I have been bought with a price and on my way through I have a purpose. As we think about and pray about moving I must remind myself that God's plan includes a place in His family for me wherever we live and He has a plan for me that will draw on everything He has given me so far. (And the reunion He is planning for us in heaven! Yoo hoo!)

A Month

I don't know what to say. It has been a month since I posted anything!

I have, today, decided to change my template, and in so doing lost some of the things on my sidebar. I will work at adding to those. It is rather disconcerting to see naked space, but I like being able to have stuff on both sides of the post.

I have over the past month been pondering the usefulness of blogging. Is there really any value in what I am putting out into cyberspace? I am not sure of the answer to that question. . .yet. But I do want to make sure that what I am saying makes sense, protects my family, and glorifies God. So there you have it. A new template and a new sense of thoughtfulness; let's see how it goes.