When we moved here, Savannah was four years old, almost five. Now, she's eight, almost nine. She's lived almost half her life in this apartment. She remembers a few things about our apartment in Louisville, but nothing our time in Colorado. Most of her memories have been made while we lived here. She knows what to expect when she goes to school, and when she comes home. She loves her bed and her room full of her favorite things. She has friends and feels safe here. The fact that her room currently has 30 packed boxes stacked in the corner has been a bit unnerving to her. It's a reminder that she's leaving home and going somewhere unfamiliar. What will her new room look like? Who will she play with? Will the kids laugh when she can't remember the right English word? Will she get their jokes? Will they get hers?
We've been talking a lot about "home" in our home these days. Not only do I want Savannah (and the boys) to understand that they'll never feel completely at home until they're in Heaven, but I want them to hold tightly to the most important truths -- truths that are familiar and not changing. Our God is our God, here and there (in the US). Our sins are forgiven, here and there! I'm their mama, here and there. Our family will be together, here and there.
Ever since Savannah was little, she's had a hard time with transitions -- often having a physical response (getting sick, sleeping poorly, etc.) So, pray that through this transition, we can encourage her to keep her feet firmly planted on the Rock of her salvation, and help her find peace as she trust in her unchanging Lord!
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