I Think I Can, I Think I Can...

Maybe getting settled isn't something that has to happen for you. I think my need to feel settled goes way back. My parents got separated when I was in third grade, and from then, until I was 18, I switched back and forth every week of my life. Different houses, different rooms, different personalities of families, but the same me. The first thing that I did upon arrival of either house, was to put my stuff away. Then, I felt settled.

I know it's only been a little over a week, but it feels like it's been some what difficult to settle. I take lots of deep breaths, and then go unpack some more. I look for what feels like hours for a pair of shoes that I know we had when we left our old house. I hang things on the walls, and think of the projects that I'll get to when I have a bit more time. I shuffle boxes around, and mess with putting things where I think they will live well. I try to find the perfect place for all my things to now belong.

We are so blessed to be settling into a more spacious and beautiful home, and yet still, I feel the struggle of getting used to the newness. The work it takes to find our place, the process that must continue, no matter how slow the pace.

It's probably because of the season, but I can't help but think of a baby who gave up the comforts of His home to come here. He laid down His right to be seen as King, and gave up a place far grander than anything I can imagine, and willingly came to this world for me. For you. He came. Even if my tree only has one half lit strand of lights on it, and my Christmas cookies don't get made this year, He came. And that is what this season is truly all about.