Monday, April 01, 2013

Climbing the country to new life



It's been a blur, these last few days.

My husband's new job in Montana started today and instead of enjoying Easter, taking our time, and meeting him there in a week or so, we decided to go as a family.

Stick together. Power it out. Drive for two and a half days. Make memories.


It was truly a good choice. This adventure was meant to be shared.

But the last minute change in plans called for flexibility and letting go of some popular family traditions. I ached to let go of the extended family celebration and Easter service we enjoy every year. Also I had to let go of the things I love to do with my kids like dye eggs, make "He is risen! rolls," and walk through our set of plastic Resurrection Eggs that tell the story of the cross.

Good thing Easter is not confined to any tradition but one: remembering that Jesus died and rose again so that we could be reconciled to Him. And this celebration requires no plastic grass, no fancy dresses, no mixing bowls.

As for the kids' favorite traditions, we did our best. We called it "mobile Easter" and they chose treats from the trunk every couple hours all weekend (most of which served to entertain them in the car; multi-function giving at its finest).


And we saw the land, all the miles that separated our old life from the new.

 
 
 
 
 

First it was buildings and then cactus and then farmland and then mountains.

We climbed the country in our Volvo, pulling some suitcases and the few things that didn't make it into the moving van.

Callahan, our 14 year old dachshund, rode drowsily in the trunk, and was lifted out every few hundred miles to sniff a new patch of grass.


After several tanks of gas, we finally spied the boundary marking the edge of our new home state. The moment needed to be documented; and on advice of a friend, we let Montana know that we had arrived.


They may not have known we were coming, but God did.  In fact, He went first, He paved our way.

We arrived in Montana on Easter Sunday. This wasn't ever our plan. But I know it was His. (We are sometimes reluctant travelers; He is so patient to show us His story). And I don't believe for a second this date of our arrival is a coincidence. If reading the Bible tells us anything, it's that God loves Him some symbolism.

Rebirth, indeed. We get it, Lord.

And went we drove by our soon to be home, He blessed my children with their favorite thing at the edge of the neighborhood.


He blessed my husband with his favorite thing across the street (the view of breathtaking, nearby mountain peaks).

As for me, the things that bless me most are not always visible, but I know I'll find them soon.

Having hopeful expectation is how I understand what it means to walk in faith. As best I can, it's about keeping my eyes wide open, on the lookout for His surprises and His work.

It's a little like an egg hunt.

Except each one you find is golden.

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12 comments:

  1. Best wishes in your new home! Sounds like God has started things off with a bang. His adventures are truly the best.

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  2. I've been thinking about you and praying for you these last few days. And now I will be praying for you to discover the treasure he has just for you on this adventure, not for your kids, not for your husband, but you. He's got them, and I believe that they will be precious and sweet!

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  3. Beautiful country, I hope you all settle in well!!

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  4. I thought about you guys all weekend, because we moved this weekend too! Not as far...just two states away, and closer to family. It was so strange to be doing it on Easter weekend; thankfully, we managed to at least make it to church on Sunday morning, although it didn't feel like "our" church yet. It is such a surreal feeling to have every single worldly possession combined into one big truck. A reminder of how quickly and easily "things" can go. I'm so glad that your family had safe travels, and wish you all the very best making your new house a home :)

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  5. If you do not mind me asking, where in Montana have you guys settled? I have been living in Montana all my life, if you need any information on things. I've lived in Missoula, Helena, and Bozeman. I have also spent a good amount of time visiting Billings and Darby/ Hamilton.
    I hope you enjoy the land here, and the necessity of having to order many things via internet :)

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  6. Leslie, your faith is incredible. I know it comes from Jesus, but it truly encourages me to see you stepping out and following Him boldly. :) And I am thrilled you have chosen to share a bit of this with the rest of us. You have been on my heart all weekend, praying for you and your family during this crazy transition.

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  7. i am so so happy for yall. and so excited to follow your journey into continued goodness from God. love you Les!

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  8. oh my- bravery. so thankful to be able to watch God's story in your life unfold

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  9. God absolutely loves him some symbolism. Hindsight always reveals to me His symbolism in my own life, and I value it- His memorial markers. I'm grateful for the ways He has gone before, beside, AND behind you in every detail. Welcome home.

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  10. Can't wait to hear what your blessings are when the become visable. I know they're there.

    That guy in the chicken outfit??!!

    Jessie

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  11. yes. this is beautiful. encouraged by your faith here, girl. love how he's carrying y'all into this new life! continuing to pray, as you discover new golden eggs in this hunt ;)

    love you!

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  12. I love your story. What a step in faith for you guys! I pray that your new home will bless you as much as you will bless it! :)

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