We are entering into the home stretch. I have been packing for days on end. It's a lonely enterprise. It's an odd feeling packing things that have been acquired over years into boxes and placed in your garage for loading. It reminds me just how unecessary "things" are. I would venture that I could get along fine if 90% of it disappeared suddenly. It's just 'stuff.' Stuff that is nice to have but not needed for life itself. It just makes me more grateful for God's goodness.
Our final days in Abilene have been such a flurry of activity with getting the house packed that I haven't had much time to think or reflect on our nine and a half years here. Actually, I grieved a few weeks ago when I handed over the reigns of Grace Point to Richard and Donna Brown. I felt the sting of detachment, the emotion of changing relationships and the excitement of a new adventure... all rolled up into a few emotional days. It's called grief and it's necessary.
Today is the final packing day. I'm picking up truck #1 today and will begin loading, that will give me a jump start on tomorrow. Today I will focus on making every thing I do an act of worship to the Lord. Every box moved, every bed broken down, every TV packed will be offered up to the Lord in gratitude and with thanksgiving.