I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I’m making it through this ice storm without a sweat.
The running joke in KC right now is just how hyped the city is with talk about “the oncoming storm.” It’s been the conversation everywhere for about three days now, but one thing has been missing… ice. Thankfully, it’s been warm enough to keep the rain from sticking to the roads. I laugh about it now – with all the cancellations and closings and the prodigious pillaging of the grocery stores that has been going on – but I’m pretty content with not having any real ice.
Anyways, it’s been quite a labor getting packed and ready and finally moving, but I made it. With lots of help, lots of prayer, and so far, lots of coffee and chocolate. In terms of the deeper reflections of my heart and mind, I sense that it’s going to take a few weeks before I really know what’s going on outside and inside. I feel like I’m in a time of transformation and what will be… well, I feel less sure of what that looks like than I have for as long as I can remember. But I’m content. And excited. I’m discovering that when I step out like this (and believe me, moving my whole life to another city is definitely stepping out), the Lord seems to like the lurch. Maybe He enjoys the few seconds of plunge that I feel and face before He puts some solid ground under my feet. I wonder if He laughs and savors this otherwise silly, childlike faith.
Staying warm and wishing well all of my Oklahoma friends. Watch out for that ice, guys.