I sit in the quiet of a Saturday afternoon, with one one around.
I look out the window to watch as the wind blows the remainder of the yellow leaves around the yard. The trees sway back and forth.
The house is quiet; except for the washing machine spinning down the hall. The wind whooshes outside. A candle fills the air with a warm scent, and I am filled with the peace of Jesus, my sustaining God.
I think about this season. It has been filled with change, transition, uncertainties, stress, fear, and hope. And while I know that life will never be organized; or 'orderly,' how I'd like it.
I am certain that the deep peace I have is from the God who sustains...
He has sustained me!
He has given me deep peace in the midst of a cross country move that was not my idea.
A strange warmness toward a community that is nothing like the city that I came from.
A certain fondness for neighbors, coworkers, and others we have met who have become our friends, farmers, running partners, dinner guests, fellow travelers;
and those who look out for me when my husband is away.
I've only lived here a few months.
I would never have chosen this path, but already I feel at home here.
It is clear to me that the peace I feel is impossible-
unless it is given from Him.
I know this is only the beginning of a season. I know He has much more to show me.
In the changes and newness of this season, may I cling to Him.
He is my sustaining God.