I think it's finally hit me."
(I checked my email just before wrapping it up for the day.)
I wrote back.
"Could be. I'm still working on that particular reality."
The fact is, about once, every other day, a wave of realization washes over me and for just a moment I stop and think- this is it! We're not just visiting in this lovely house that happens to have our things in it.
We're not going back.
It's still quite strange.
The house feels more like home than it did 3 weeks ago.
The people definitely feel more like home then they did 3 weeks ago.
I can see that we will make some good friends here, and the ministry isn't looming over us like a big black cloud or anything. There is a sense of excitement in the air. Nothing of doom and gloom.
But, I'm still sorting out where and how I'll fit.
Not The Pastor's Wife, or The Boy's Mom.
I can see a bit of how I'll fit, as far as ministry goes.
I know what I'm about, as far as The Boy is concerned.
But, I think it will take some time to get myself sorted out.
I need to get settled enough to get back to doing the things that make Lauralea... Lauralea.
But fear not.
There is joy in the house in the field.
There is peace here, and grace.
And I'm content to ride the waves into that alternate reality when it comes.
However long it takes.