The Sunshine State

On the first of August we landed on new soil. The sky is big here.

 The birds are big here, well, these sandhill cranes are. The ibis are smaller.

 The storms are big here.

The plants are big here.

But we are our same little selves.

I think often about how the pace of living with children grounds me. There is so much life. in. the. moment. There is so much work. in. the. moment. There are minute to minute changes and adjustments made all the time in immediate response to needs or tears or hunger or joy. As an adult you can look at a day, at it's beginning, and potentially plan each hour and, if you keep yourself from any human interaction, that plan really might often transpire without much alteration. Sometimes I envy a life that would be more predictable, but not often. Especially in a new place, I've cherished the reality of my own specific "hand to my plow." The newness of everything quickly tempts me to be overwhelmed, but then the faces of my children and husband haven't changed. My people are the same people they were in Virginia. I have this history with them that is very comforting as I meet new people who don't know me from Adam (or Eve). And so I have too found divine comfort in the mystery that is Truth. God is the same yesterday, today, and forever.