This week has been such a whirlwind! Weirdly enough, it’s not even because of finals (with the exception of the online classes. Sometimes, you just need “those classes” to make the other ones that much better!), or about papers, or about how STRESSFUL discipleship homework is! I find it so very ironic that, with online Life-on-Life discipleship (which I do not recommend), we haven’t been told to go actually do things with people. It’s more about the philosophy of discipleship. This week, we’re filling out a massive chart about verses and exercises that we can do with people for different topics.
One day, we’ll see the purpose. But for right now, oy vey!
I’m actually stressed about moving. We are literally packing up our things and moving to the building right next to Houghton. It shouldn’t be a project. But it feels like it! There was lots of regret as I put some things in a box for storage - realizing that between gifts and things I’ve bought, I have too much. I’ve been sick enough that I have medicine for every. single. ailment. Mono, stomach bug, dizziness, colds, coughs….and even topical medications for infections. My toe’s infected for the fifth time and I am ready to break it off. Thankfully, I’m not pain tolerant in the least and will never muster the courage to do that…
So, I called my great-grandma. She’s moved around a LOT in her lifetime, from Pennsylvania to her husband’s naval training base to Japan for a little while, back to Pennsylvania and then to Ohio. (And I might be missing some pieces, haha!) A couple weeks ago, she moved from the double room at her assisted living place to a single room. It is so hard for her, especially now that Pop Pop has died. They were married for seventy-two years. When you’ve lived life for that long with someone, it’s like they’re a part of you.
I can’t imagine going through a transition like that.
Anyways. We talked about her new “MUCH smaller” apartment for a while, and she told me, with joy in her voice, “Michelle, this is the LAST time I have to move! The next time, it’ll be through the clouds, and I don’t have to take any of this stuff with me! Thank the LORD!”
She’s so adorable.
But it got me thinking. And wondering. And wishing. And longing, longing so much, for Home.
We’ll never be satisfied here; we were made for another world.
It was interesting to think about that at the beach, though. Because the beach is my very favorite place to be, just breathing in the sweet air and listening to waves and seeing the birds and feeling the sand and soaking in sunshine…
And sometimes, when I’m there, I don’t want to leave.
Sometimes, when I think about medical school, I don’t want to leave.
When things are going well - like recently, being so encouraged by my Hebrews professor and one of my education professors, I don’t want to leave.
But then, hard things happen.
Then, I go to the beach and process life and pray and can only begin to realize how MUCH I need God.
Then, I start packing for (yet another) move.
And realize that, after wandering and after all the reminders in God’s gifts of pain that we were not made for this world, that there is something so much better coming, the best thing on this earth pales in comparison to how wonderful and amazing eternity will be.
The reason for this world, is to make us long for home. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swKPS9q7rMU)