Passover

I know I'm a little late... the celebration of Passover has come and gone... but the memories so sweet and the pictures are beautiful. This has been a week filled with cleaning and clearing so forgive me for being a little behind. We have spent time begining to settle in to our new home (and the wonderful big family we are creating) and yet mourning as our Cambridge house feels empty. Madyline spent much of yesterday unsettled and crying" I am just sad and I know this is all good, but I feel like I just want to go home... and I don't' have a home to go to."

Yes, change is difficult.

Even when it is beautiful.

I resonate with the Israelites right now. I know I'm not supposed to say that, but it's true. After living in the yuck of slavery, they begged God for deliverance. They cried out to Him to be complete again... and God heard their cries. For months, they were swept away in a flood of God's miracles as He flexed His muscles to show off his power. They saw first hand who God is - not storybook God, but in your face, I AM THAT I AM God. He rescued them and set them on a journey that would change the nation forever - undeniably Him lining the path of the journey - even to the point of clearing out a sea in front of their eyes for them to pass through - and to annihilate their enemies. AND YET - only days past the miracles - only days beyond the moments when all is clear and amazing and they forget that it was unforgettable. They are hungry, they are thirsty, they are tired and in their moment of weakness, they long for the comfort of "home". Familiarity.

Today, I get it.

Not to say that I will be in this place forever... or even that I am sulking around in it even now. This has been a week filled with beauty. I just feel unresolved too - like an ache that needs a moment to heal. I need to take time to remember what God looks like - and what He has done.

I need a Passover with friends and family to continue to tell the stories so I always remember.

God is pretty smart I think... to set up such a beautiful, tangible, celebration to give us times to remember His stories. It is one of the things I have enjoyed so much in learning about the Jewish culture - the parts we can share as followers of the same God.

Thanks Jen and Brian for inviting us.

It meant more than you can even know for so many reasons.