Suspension

Monday.

That means only two more full days before we return to Canada. That means packing, wrapping up our Bible lessons, making sure we've assessed our English learning, cleaning out the supplies bins, collecting everything the children have made for their Sponsors, preparing the Christmas package that will be opened later, and saying the appropriate goodbyes.

I'm not really fond of this space. I very much want to be fully present here in these last moments. And yet there's lots to pull my attention towards the travel, and whatever plans I can put down in pencil for the first few days back. So back and forth I go, my brain, my heart.

This year it's even worse. Ken and I are still in the midst of our housing transition. We've been welcomed into our son's home (on the same property) and been given ample space. I am so very grateful for all the ways David is stepping up and being amazing and supportive and wonderful. AND. We are still not done this transitional living thing we're doing. And it only adds to that sense of being stretch between things.

Like a bridge. And in these moments that's what I feel the Spirit is reminding me of. Bridges are suspended. And they take you places. From here to there.

So I sit for a moment in this suspended space.

Breathing in.

Breathing out.

Taking the next steps over the gap.

Trusting.