This is my life right now.
I'm transitioning back from a two month trip in a third-world country.
I'm transitioning into life in a brand new town, in a brand new state.
I'm transitioning into a new job.
I'm transitioning into a new church, new community, new life.
And, right now, transition kind of sucks.
I know that with transition comes new beginnings and fresh starts and renewed promises, BUT with transition also come saying goodbye and the end of a season.
I the familiar.
I value being known.
I value comfort.
And these things aren't immediate in transition.
These are the things that take time. There are days when I can't figure out where I belong. I can't figure out what this new season will bring. I can't figure out when I won't feel like such a mess. But there's one thing I do know- there is always hope. There is hope in this new season, even if it doesn't feel like it right now. There is hope in this new beginning, even if it's terribly painful right now. There is hope that I am known, even if by only a few, they are the ones that matter. I'm still figuring this all out, but I cling to the hope that I have, and continue to look for more.
No season goes on forever.
Transition isn't permanent.