Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Moving and the wilderness.

I've discovered over the past couple of weeks that moving is unsettling.  Sorting. Packing. Cleaning. Heavy lifting. Then a rushed goodbye to my first rented house and the close of a glorious season of living with one of my favourite people. Life has moved on and we must go with it. Lucy is off to Dublin so I have moved back to college to a flat of 5 girls. As the first to move in I arrived to the quiet. 

College is usually fun and joyous with the buzz of community, but before everybody arrives its somewhat dingy.  I found myself with the task of moving a house of stuff into a single bedroom and a tiny shared kitchen.  And I found myself feeling alone. 

Returning to college I can't help but reflect back two years to when I was new at college and though happy to arrive, by November I had found myself in the wilderness.  Alone and far from home I turned my face to seek the Lord and then I clung to the intimacy I found with Him there.  His words broke through;

"Therefore, behold, I will allure her, 
and bring her into the wilderness,
and speak tenderly to her.
Two years on I have found a home in Northern Ireland, this college and the people I love here.  I have routine and purpose, favourite places and a ministry.  But again I was allured into the wilderness to discover it still cold on my bones, lonely in my thoughts and a dampener of my laughter.  Again in this place I hear the tender speech of my God;

And there I will give her her vineyards 
and make the valley of Trouble a door of hope.  
And there shall she answer as in the days of her youth." (Hosea 2:14)

Humbled, quietened and in awe; the Lord restores me as one redeemed.  I find a door of hope at the beginning of a new season, new faces, new rhythms, unchanging grace.  I pray over this flat and those to whom it will be home this year, I pray over my influence and most of all I pray that the Spirit of God would enter and dwell here.