Let go

I was totally enjoying friends and family when they share my home. Even though it meant a lot of effort hosting, I always felt it was worthwhile extending myself this way.

Home is my responsibility. I kept it well and find it my sanctuary. I love coming home. After hearing myself say that a few times I realised I was growing roots. I am kind of missing the point.

One of my favourite Negro spiritual is "This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through ... my treasures are layed up, somewhere beyond the blue ..."

Quite quickly I decided this place has served its purpose and my hosting season is over. I suppose when it is not my gifting, it takes a lot of effort. It is always on my mind and I am constantly making decisions concerning this responsibility. It has become a weight.

So with a new opportunity to be stationed out of country I bite the bullet and move on. I only need a room and a 2 bedroom unit brings with it the responsibilty of more to upkeep and responding to others' need of shelter.

The privilege of being single is the freedom to respond to relocation. There is no care of husband or children and in my case no longer the need to care for aged parents. Not having to tend the house to ready it for unexpected needs is a great encumberence removed.

And so I go - full and free to love my Beloved - my Treasure! He has no place to rest His head but has provided a room for me. And more than that, He loved me and loves me still and has committed Himself to me. He is my home!