I’ve been trying to come up with adequate and eloquent things to say about moving tomorrow after a 500+ day detour at home, but the words have left the building. It’s like word thieves snuck into my brain, took all the good ones, and sold them off for parts to Scrabble and Wheel of Fortune.
But they didn’t take everything. They were kind enough to leave me one word, the only word I’ve been able to utter in response to any question about any situation.
If you’ve talked to me recently, you know that this is true, especially if you asked me something completely unrelated and I answered with “excited!” It’s been the only vocabulary word accessible to me for weeks. I’ve basically become the longer, real-life version of Tim Tebow’s first presser with the Jets.
I think we can all agree that the sentiment sponsoring this transition in life is excitement. And looking forward, I really am excited about what this new season holds.
But looking back? I think the only fitting word for that is grateful. I am so, so grateful for this unexpected and extended season at home. It has been a gift in so many ways.
There’s a verse in the Message translation of Romans 2 that says, “God is kind, but he’s not soft. In kindness he takes us firmly by the hand and leads us into a radical life-change.”
He sure did that for me. And more than any other entity, I’m so grateful for His love that protects, provides, heals, grows, and changes everything. His love is the real story of this season, more adequate and eloquent than any number of words I could string together.