Transition

Home from Sacred Road for almost two weeks, and just now getting a chance to look around and see where I've been, where I'm at. Our last night on the Rez was almost an all-nighter, with a special dinner, a singing and sharing time, a video of all our adventures through the summer, cards and gifts exchanged, and then, finally, hugs and tears. Us girls drove home and packed after the party, and then I slept for about an hour and a half before getting up to drive home, early so I could get Scott to the airport for his flight. Scott and Kyle were good companions over the mountains, and it felt lonely when I dropped them off at the airport, sudden goodbye to the summer's consuming whirlwind.

That very night we delved into party mode here at home, apparently making up for all the family gatherings I missed over the summer. Birthdays, anniversaries, out of town guests (my Berlin family!), work days at our house and the Dillow's, Annie's baptism. So good to see everyone and just spend time with family.

Yesterday Mom and I cleaned the house together and then I had some time to answer e-mails, go through things at my desk, tackle a stack of mending and ironing. And to realize where I am. It's tempting to call it "in between," but I know that there is no time unmarked by God's purpose or unused by Him. I might describe it as waiting, but while I am waiting, most certainly He is working. It's a quiet place, a thoughtful place, a free place. And as always, it's a place permeated by the presence of God. A friend said, sweetly, that she hoped God would show me what He wanted me to do next. I smiled and thanked her, and said I had no doubt about His leadership. If there is a weak link in the chain, it is me. Hopefully I will follow, but most certainly, He will lead.