Home

Yesterday was the last Way meeting and the second to last Sunday for us at Trinity. Between goodbyes I realized that somehow amidst this year of struggle, we have really made a home here in Scotland. I don't question that we should go, and I can't explain the peace that we have about moving forward; in fact, I know without a doubt that God is calling us to something different somewhere else. But leaving is not easy or without great sadness.
I will miss the incredible countryside and the wildlife...the sheep and the bunnies and the Highland cows...the vivid yellow rapeseed, the rolling hills, the green that I've never seen anywhere else. I will miss the quaint villages, the old folks in their tweeds. Words cannot describe how I love our home-a 200 year old stone cottage in the most stunning piece of countryside-and the peace I feel here. I love the smells, I love its coziness. I love the memories that Rusty and I have here.
Most of all I will miss the people and the warmth they've brought to our lives. Our neighbors and friends, our church...they've made our lives here more rich than I realized and I will truly hold them in my heart.
Over the years Rusty and I have had the opportunity to live in and travel to many different places. Sometimes I've thought of it as an obstacle to our putting down roots and getting "settled". I'm coming to realize, though, what a blessing it has been and just how much it's shaped me. These experiences, more than anything else, have shown me the reality of what it means to be the body of Christ. Wherever we go, we find ourselves amongst the people of God. Ours truly is a global family.