For He is the living God,
and he endures forever;
his kingdom will not be destroyed,
his dominion will never end.
He rescues and he saves;
he performs signs and wonders
in the heavens and on the earth.
Tonight is the last night that we will be sleeping in the run-of-the-mill one bedroom apartment that has served as our home for the last 16 months. We are quite cramped in our 460 square feet, our bedroom doubling as a nursery and the living room doubling as storage space, so in one sense, I can't wait to move to a larger house. However, there is a large part of me, unexpectedly, that is grieving the loss of this place. This is our home: the first place where Dave and I have been "all grown up" (out of school); the first place where we've ever had a pet; the only place Noah has known. We are comfortable here: we are used to overhearing our neighbors fight, we know the walking trails, we can easily get from here to there (wherever there might be).
I think about all the unknowns of our new home. I wonder if we'll be happy we moved there or if we'll end up disappointed. Part of me wants to stay in the apartment, because it's safe. Perhaps I'm hesitant to move because it's just one more change to add to the tally list this year, and right now I'm yearning for stability.
As I was reading through the book of Daniel this week, I was struck with the power of the Everlasting Lord. He never changes, and has been in control of history since the very first day. He was alive to keep Daniel safe from the lions' mouths. He was alive on the Sunday after his death to bring comfort and peace to his friends. He is living today, giving me the strength and courage I need to make another change. I pray that his peace would never leave its home in me.