The winds of change have blown through our family yet again.
I tried to write about it earlier this morning, but all my words came out emotionally heavy, and that isn't really what I was aiming for.
Writing is so interesting. For myself, I find that when I start putting words to a screen, I see a little bit more what I really think and feel. I find enthusiasm, or sarcasm, or hurt... sometimes I see it first in the words I string together, before I've realized that they are in my heart.
Jesus was so accurate in his summation, "out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks." The words that come out of me, written or spoken, often reveal parts of my heart that I forget to attend to, or try to keep hidden.
So, in a season of change, I discovered: I am weary. I am a little bruised. I feel just a tiny bit fragile (even though I never cease to be amazed at God's ability to sustain me when I feel beyond my capacity). I also am excited. I feel the energy of a fresh start. I walk with the duality of thrill and loss, often referred to as bittersweet.
Many people already know of our coming changes.
Andy and I are not very good at pomp and circumstance. We tend to just tack things together as they come before us. A comment here, a plan there, and suddenly we have changed our course.
And this week, we are steering our ship toward the Northwest.
The Aichele's are moving home!
I have a lot to say about the move.
But I think it will come out over several attempts to get the words to actually communicate what I mean.
I am making the trek home with more experience, hopefully more perspective, an older face and no furniture.
I hope that from this last year and a half in the desert I have been shaped more into the woman God desires me to be. I see glimpses of more holiness in, but fully aware of hard parts that remain in my heart.
It remains to be seen what I have become. When I walk back into familiar rooms, established relationships and communities that have grown without me... when I have space to explore those words in my heart... then we will see what has happened over this desert season.
So, my Southwest friends, farewell. Thank you for the richness of this experience.
Northwest friends, I shall see you soon. Just in time for one trip to the pumpkin patch!
I have loved the tank tops, shorts, flip flops, swimsuits (lie, who loves swimsuits!?) and almost-tan of this toasty warm home. But we all know that my heart lies with the scarves and cinnamon of Western Washington.
Autumn, don't flutter away too soon! I'll be there in a week!