Yesterday I completely forgot my regular Sister to Sister link up, last week I forgot about Five Minute Friday and jumped in on Saturday. Aren't I a little young for this?! Well, today I remembered Five Minute Friday and I'm joining in with the topic, Unexpected.
A few short weeks ago my family jumped into a yellow moving van and disturbed our flow of life yet again, twice in one year is hard. Less than a month ago the flow of words rolled over me as a wave, constant and pounding. Gushing from my heart, I had so much to say and I was saying it. My blog felt like a home.
In the blink of an eye we went from sharing a home to living in our own, steady job, new community, nesting. I thought the sense of home would be profound. In some ways it has been, yet oddly enough the angle of homesickness has merely shifted. I long for face to face with Jesus more than ever.
I expected to return to writing, free flowing, consistent as soon as my feet touched southern soil and I cared for the worst of the boxes. But it hasn't been so. I expected to pick up where I left off. Since when does life bend to our expectations, I should have known better. Life refuses to be lived outside of the unexpected.