Life has been a whirlwind as of late.  We pulled out of our driveway in Chicago several weeks ago for a new adventure, one that was taking us to Pennsylvania.  Emotions were scattered – excitement on the one hand for the new restaurants, culture, and friends while also anxious for the insecurities a new place would most certainly bring.  As a family, we had prepared for this day with precision and foresight – schools contacted (check), home purchased (check), and moving company insured (check).  However, nothing fully prepares a person for a relocation of job, home, and friends.

Transitions can be difficult.  Life is uncertain and unknown.  Rather than conversing with friends we have known for years, every conversation consists of introducing oneself.  For our kids, they must learn new schools, make new friends, and find new hangout spots.  Decades have passed since we have walked into a church determining if this is the place we wish to settle.  Streets are unfamiliar.  Parks are new.  Culture is different.  Transitions are not easy.

Yet, transitions are equally exciting.  New experiences are created as we visit a farmer’s market consisting of delicious produce and Amish cheese (never again store bought for me).  History abounds as we see buildings consistently built in the 1700’s.  New foods are discovered; new friends are developed; and new memories created.  In fact, it has begun to change us for the good as our worldview gets broadened and our character nurtured.

Life involves transition.

Yet, as we look back over the past few months, we have seen God’s consistent grace and guidance every step of the way.  Confirmations have abounded.  Answered prayers clearly revealed.  The difficulties of the transition, while emotional at times, were softened by the certainty of God’s presence.  Conversely, the joy of this new adventure deepened as we affirmed the Author of this transition in thanks and praise.

For me, I am learning transitions involve two roads – one where I can dwell on the unknown and attempt to control it, or one that resides in the providential love of the Father.  I choose the latter.  It is far more secure.  It is far more joyous.  And, it most certainly reminds me of the transient nature of life and the permanency of eternity.  Oh, I am thankful I do not walk through life alone.  In Him is the measure, abundantly so, to confidently and thankfully embrace each transition as an opportunity to discover the depths of His assurance and completion of His purposes.