People on the Move Part Two

Half-emptied, creased boxes are scattered around.
Half-emptied of energy creases my soul.

The newness wears off as the past settles into the present.

God's people on the move, crossed over the Red Seas
Sipped from water once bitter now sweet.
Feasted on manhu, manna, the sap from an fruit bit by an insect.
Moving to new places and spaces,
Yet the old place and space still rumbles around the half-emptied box.

When you are on the move,
Leaving one place behind,
Not settled in the new place yet...
Half-emptied describes not only the boxes
But also our very souls.
Our lives as we try to find
New communities of connections
New doctors
New dentists
New places where we might not feel so out on a limb.

In that new place,
The old place looks different.
"Why did you bring us out of Egypt to starve us?" The Israelities cried!
How did I end up here? We still cry today.

Being on the move to new places brings all sorts of sensations swirling within us.

But then that moment when we refer to the places as "Home".
And it feels right and true.
I wonder when the wilderness wandering felt like "Home"?
Maybe when the people of God realized it wasn't about the mailing address.
Or the tent.
Or the manna or water or surroundings.

Home was our half-emptied self placed fully in God's embrace.

Blessings