Friday, October 31, 2014

Displaced?


Displaced. The feeling I have when I am in between worlds. In between my life in Alaska with my husband and this surreal life here in South Florida. Not really feeling like I fit in when I go home, after being gone for long periods of time, and not really connecting here in South Florida because I have long since moved away from my childhood home. I use the word “surreal” to describe being in my mother’s home in Florida because it used to be my home…it feels strange to be living in the place where I lived as a single mother with three children. Perhaps my remarriage and adventure in Alaska are just a dream? I know better, but the concept is a bit mind-altering.

Displaced. The feeling I have because I'm not actively involved in my children's lives. Maybe it's an extension of The Empty Nest Syndrome? Somehow I thought it was just a season of life, but the reality is that it affects the rest of your life. Maybe more so when your only goal in life was being a mom and having a career never really mattered. I don’t hear many women talking about the ongoing saga of the “empty nest,” but surely I’m not the only one who feels this way.

Displaced. Something I know is not true about my relationship with God. His Word tells me that I am “raised up with Christ and seated with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus.” (Ephesians 2:6) I am a child of God and loved with His “great” love (I John 3:1), an everlasting love. (Jeremiah 31:3)

In my real “spirit life,” I can never be displaced. I have a true sense of belonging that no person or thing on this earth can provide. So, I remind myself to rest in that truth…to keep my “mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth.” (Colossians 3:2) I am secure in the knowledge that nothing can separate me from the love of God…“neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, not depth, nor any other created things.” (Romans 8:38-39)

And especially not my feelings. I can never be displaced.

2 comments:

  1. Sometimes the detours are the most "scenic" parts of the journey. I love you more than words can express and so look forward to reunion. ~ your Gary

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  2. Thank you for sharing these precious words! Love you!

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