I am not one to complain.
I am normally one of those glass half full kind of people.
But, I have to admit that we are entering into a season of life that I dread. When we get on the plane Monday morning at 6 am we will be 'homeless'. Homeless in the sense that we won't have a place to call ours until we get to Belmopan. Our apartment here in Russia has been sold.
For the next two and a half months we will be staying with friends and family... dependent on the kindness and hospitality of others. Is this a bad thing? No. I believe that everyone should have the opportunity to use their gifts to bless others, even if those others are us. (smile)
Knowing that I have a Father who never wastes a hurt, experience or trial but uses them all for His glory, I believe that this time will enrich our lives. I believe that there will be bright spots over the next few months. One of which will be seeing my mother and getting a hug from her for the first time in 3 years, another will be spending time with our oldest son whom we have not seen for 2 years.
However, I also have to acknowledge my sadness over leaving this apartment, selling our furniture and appliances, and leaving behind friends and church family.
My sons became men here. My husband and I grew closer and became partners in ministry here. I grew up spiritually here. Letting go is never easy.
I don't know how long it will take me to feel at home again once we reach Belize.
I do know that it may take a while, a season, for me to let go of the feeling that Russia is home.