Tag: Life

boxes, boxes, and more . . . snow

Today was “drive to a sketchy warehouse on the east side of London and pick up our stuff” day. This involved sitting for two hours on the parking lot otherwise known as the London Orbital (aka the M25—not nearly as cool or spacey as it sounds), driving round and round an industrial complex looking for the only business not bothering to put its name on the front, and asking for directions at a place called the Rumbling Belly Cafe. (I didn’t eat there.)

But I drove away with 16 boxes of pots, pans, books, clothes, etc., so all turned out well. Who knew a few pieces of silverware and some familiar decorations could make a place feel more like home.

One more photo for now . . . and no, this is not a repeat from the last post. This is yesterday. What is going on??

easter sunday in the UK

I don’t think Easter is normally supposed to look like this here (this is our backyard—I mean, garden) . . .

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And this is the church we went to on Easter Sunday (it was once pastored by John Newton) . . .

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And this is one of the sights we saw in London over the weekend (a pub—still in operation—once frequented by the likes of William Shakespeare and, later, Charles Dickens).

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We are a long way from home . . .

the neighbourhood

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Tomorrow we move into a house in Olney. About a five-minute walk from our front door is the church John Newton served at when he wrote the song “Amazing Grace.” Not to mention a couple really good fish and chip shops . . .

I suppose it’s time I posted something . . .

Gone a long time without posting anything, but I figure gearing up for a transatlantic move is as good an excuse as any. As of this month, our new address ends with “UK” instead of “USA.”

Suffice it to say it’s been an eventful few weeks, starting with a cross-country drive from Seattle to Michigan before flying across the pond . . .

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They like snow in Snoqualmie . . .

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Snake River in Idaho

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One hundred miles of ice in Wyoming . . .

Then there were Nebraska and Iowa, but there’s not much to take a picture of there (unless you like corn).

everything changes

Some friends have been writing lately about relationships and the way they change with time. Here and here.

Sometimes it’s slow and gradual. Friends who used to be quite close drift apart. (Or the opposite happens.)

Sometimes it’s sudden and painful. A falling out. Someone dies. Or moves to the farthest ends of the earth…

…like, uh, Seattle.

It’s strange, really. Moving was absolutely the right decision. We’re here because we heard God’s voice calling us here.

But at the same time, moving disrupts something very natural — something God-given — in each of us: the need for connection. To know and be known. To find stability and community in the company of others.

Paul once wrote that “you yourselves are God’s temple” (1 Cor 3:16, TNIV).

The “you” is plural. It’s not, “you the individual are God’s temple.” It’s, “you the community…” Each of us is one stone or brick. Only together do we become God’s temple.

I suppose when you take a brick out and move it someplace else, it’s bound to leave a hole somewhere.

It may be an inevitable reality of life, but I don’t think we’re meant to ever get used to it. It don’t think we should become too transient, never staying in one place or season of life long enough to establish real connection with anybody.

And at the end of the day, some relationships are worth holding onto, even when you wake up and find several thousand miles of earth and ocean between you.