I'm home but I don't feel home.
I'm excited for the future yet mourning the past.
I'm anticipating new friendships but missing the old.
I see the twinkle in my daughter's eye as she enjoys new things, but am reminded of things of old that gave her happiness as well.
I'm loving adventure and change but am lacking routine and stability.
I'm relaxing without much responsibility but missing what I used to be in charge of.
I feel like a stranger at times, but that's okay. This is a new season and time for change, and I can handle that. But that doesn't mean that it isn't hard.
I'm more than convinced that Father's Son experienced the same feelings I am feeling now. He left his heavenly throne for our earthly home, gave up riches for rags. He made big changes all for the sake of the ones He loved. Who has ever heard of sending a King to be born in a stable with animals? His love for us is relentless.
Thank you Father, that I am able to identify in your sufferings. For in them I find You.
I think it's time to cry.