one by one they began buzzing circles around small bodies and little ones would cry and i watched those wasps to see where they would go...
and they returned.
they returned to that crack in the eave of the garage...just below the peak i watched them hover around that opening.
the one that opens up into a nest so large it cracked the beams of the joists in the framing of the roof.
the exterminator had been called last fall,
he had sprayed them all dead,
and now it's all buzzing with life again.
they are a nuisance.
they are aggressive.
but they are making a home.
and maybe it's because we are waiting for that closing date, waiting to unfold boxes and fill them up full. pack up that moving van one last time, put down roots, claim our space and make a home.
maybe it's for a million reasons that i feel slightly lost in the middle.
for all those months before we left what was, i begged Him to let us put down roots there. begged Him to change the course that seemed to be heading in only one direction and when i finally surrendered, submitted to His will, i began to ask if He would allow us to put down roots somewhere else...
and i find myself trying to reconcile the loss of one dream and the realization of another while at the same time trying to figure out where home for us is...
it hits me, as i drive in the heat of summer that has decided to arrive in april - hits me that his home and mine are no longer ours to go to...home is where we will make it, where we will choose to dig deep and grow them all up...and it ached, that thought; as families travel towards each other, plans realized and memories made and lyla sobs before bedtime prayers and i feel helpless because it all fell apart before she turned 5 and i am her mother and aren't mamas supposed to fix everything and make it all better?
where are those wounds that can be eased with a kiss?
but it's in the middle of all that chaos that has graced our home for the last 3 days, chaos of 7 children 6 years old and under. as we open that door and welcome them in - the friend that stood beside him at our wedding 10 years ago, the friend who was his best friend before me and willingly gave up that place. his amazing wife who has become more than his wife, but a sister to me and an aunty to my three...
and when the air here becomes a little too noisy and we all pile in and drive across town and spill out into a yard of the house that has become a home all because of the one who cares for us like a father would,
this home that has become a place to land...
it's there, when i can barely hear myself think that i hear it,
i hear the sound of family.
it doesn't look like the landscape of what we left behind at all,
barely recognizable, i can understand why i would feel lost at times...
because this? it isn't what i had planned out for my life.
could that be the point?
my life isn't my own - it's His, fully. completely.
and it's His journey i'm following,
what i see as detours, He sees as part of His perfect plan for my life He established since before the foundation of the world was set in place.
and this journey is just that - a moving forward towards where my real Home will be.
it's a moving towards Jesus.
that house with the closing dates and the mortgage payments and the lawn to mow? it's a place to rest until i'm done here...i can't lose sight of that, because that is what will keep a restless heart settled. we are always moving towards something - so let me be moving towards Him.
11 years ago today, he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. me - the canadian girl used to the wide and open of the prairies, and there, with him, surrounded by the mountains of idaho with snow still on the ground and us all still intact ~
i looked into his eyes and said yes.
i didn't know what He had mapped out,
i didn't know how how deeply entwined joy and pain would become.
but i did know that i would love him until i drew my last breath and follow him anywhere
and He led us both to here.
here where the air is hot in april,
here where i feel lost and found,
here where He provides the family,
and here where we are finally home.
