This has been the year of change.
It started out with a mid-January return to America. Since then we have lived in three places.
In fact, during one just-for-fun weekend trip, my kids asked if the hotel was our new home.
Now my 4 year old is trying to extract a promise that we will never leave our apartment.
And his toys. Ever. Again.
And while it’s easy to laugh at this, I am also dealing with all the changes.
My oldest is going to school in a couple weeks. He has never gone to preschool, and it is starting to hit me that school means I won’t see him for 35 hours each week. Time to pull out the tissue box.
Not only that, my 4 year old is going to go to preschool a few mornings a week, and that leaves me trying to figure out who I am all over again.
Or who I will be once school starts.
And I’ve come to the uncomfortable realization that my identity is often pretty shallow.
I can get wrapped up in what I do, and I think that defines who I am.
Or where I live.
Or who I associate with.
Or how others see me. (Or how I think other see me).
But all of those things are shifting sand.
What I do changes from season to season. As does where I live. Or who I hang out with or what people think of me.
And as my kids can tell you, a house built on sand will fall.
So I’m going to try to get back to the rock. My identity has to be in Christ. I have been adopted. God is my Father. He has called me to follow Him.
With His help, I will leave the details of how that plays out in my life in His hands.