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The View That Never Changes

I’ve come close a few times. Sitting on the back porch, pen in hand, journal and Bible open. Ready to put words to the processing I do as I unpack a box, lay in my bed, drive across town, throw a load in the washer.

We made it home to Ohio ten days ago. After a year living abroad, we now move back into our real home. But the clear processing and writing hasn’t actually started.

Somehow the words haven’t made it to my fingers quite yet. The thoughts haven’t formed into actual words.

I know they will. In time.

So much that fills my brain that tries to escape but can’t find words. Memories of there. Pressures from here. Excitement about things like cashiers I can chat with and drive-thrus I don’t have to build up courage or plan out vocabulary for. The strangeness of re-inserting ourselves into life as we knew it, only we’re different and it somehow all seems new.

So for today I will write about how it’s not yet ready. And I will show you the view that I pray my eyes never fail to find, now matter where I live or what I do.

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What’s your view look like today? (Beyond the Word of God.) I would love a peek into your world as my eyes re-adjust to my own.

6 Thoughts on “The View That Never Changes

  1. Welcome back, it must be a real culture shock to come back here with all of our….Americanness (is that a word?) Life moves so fast here. My view today:I’m sure that in heaven, it must be eternal summer. Lookng out my window, it’s green as far as the eye can see. The birds are singing, the air is warm and moist, it so alive and peaceful. I love summer.

  2. Take your time, sweet friend! I know your thoughts will be so good when you are able to share them. My view- we’re getting ready to take a cross country trek to Chicago and I am a bit nervous. I get so stressed when a baby cries and Ainsley does not like her car seat. It will be challenging, but I’m excited too.
    Love you and welcome home!!! Continuing to pray for all of you…

  3. I remember how different everything was (including myself) after living abroad for three years (twice). Adjustment was difficult for me. I clung to my overseas life for so long. Nothing can compare to an overseas military family, especially the church family. Years, later, friendships continue to survive. Don’t rush. One day at a time. Soon, you’ll, once again, be acculturated.

  4. I am thinking it will take time to feel like your feet are in Ohio, when your head and your mind and your memories are still in Germany. I lived in Japan for seven years and have moved every 3 to 5 years in the past 23 years. It has taken me years for my mind to catch up to where my feet are.
    And some days I am not really sure where I am.
    However, when I start my day in the Bible, my heart is content no matter where my feet are.
    Welcome home.

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