It has been one year since we left our home near Nashville and moved to the great white North. Actually, it wasn't that white this year, but next year could be a different story.
As I reflect back over the year, I have a mix of emotions flood my heart. We have had quite an adventure exploring new places. I think of a beautiful, peaceful lake in Quebec and the loons that called so gently over the fog-covered water in the stillness of the morning. I think of Ottawa with its grand Parliament buildings and a story to tell of a country made of immigrants. I think of my son's classmate from Dubai and the tears his mother shed as we shared an understanding of being far from home. I think of the sound of bike tires on gravel as I followed my boys through the green trails that weave in and out of our neighborhood. I think of the kindness my Father has shown to me through a friend who has made a place in her life for me knowing all the while that I will be leaving almost as quickly as I came. I think of my Bible study leader and the way she saw my broken heart when I had no words, just tears. I think of my brother, my nephews and my niece, my dear sister-in-law, and another birthday party I am missing in Nashville. I think of my husband rising to the challenge presented in this new role in Nissan. I think of my little girl who has now lived in Canada longer than any other place she has been. I think of the lump in my throat I desperately tried to force down as I walked my son to his new school back in September, and I recall with great gratitude the way God perfectly placed him with a loving teacher who we all adore. I think of my friends, my neighbors still in Nashville, still showing me they care. I think of how I miss them and how great it will be to see them again. I think of the way it will hurt to leave the new friends we've made here.
I think of how God has provided...not always in the way I had wanted...not always as quickly as I had hoped...but always in His perfect and wise way.
Spiritually, it has been a dry year for me. At times, I have felt like I am simply going through the motions. Yet, the truth is God has never been far. He may have been quiet at times, but I know He has always been with me. And I am thankful for in the last few months, I have felt the cracked, hard soil begin to soften. It's not so dry anymore.