Betwix and Between

Today as I driving south to #1 House, as Belle calls it, so the kids could be a part of Day 100 celebrations, I had the weirdest feeling.  It's hard to put into words, but maybe I can explain it like this.  When I am focused on something, I get frustrated when I am inturrupted.  Maybe it's because I'm not smart enough to have two thoughts at a time in my brain or maybe it's because I'm so intent on doing the task well that everything else dissappears into the background.  My focus recently has been at #2 House.  We have settled in nicely and we do miss our friends, but we have made new friends and focused on making the new place a home.  So, as I'm diving south, I'm thinking it seems strange.  But that thought in itself was strange.  Does that make any sense?  Before settling in up north, before we had a new church family, before we had friends, our focus was on how quick we could get back home.  Now more and more up north feels like home and it feels nice.  I don't have the constant drive to want to come back south.  Don't get me wrong, I want to come back down, eventually, but finally we are content where we are.  My thoughts go the passage in Philippians 4.  Here's what the NIV says:

 ¹⁰ I rejoiced greatly in the Lord that at last you renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you were concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. ¹¹ I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. ¹² I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. ¹³ I can do all this through him who gives me strength.

Paul is in prison at the time that he writes because of his faith in Christ and his proclomation of faith and obviously I'm not saying that my circumstance is dire as his was, but the message is that our faith in God is where comfort and contentment really is. 

I went to church tonight down here, the girls were excited to get to go to AWANA and I was glad to just be there, but again, that feeling of not belonging crept in again.  It was not because I was not accepted by my friends there, on contrary, I got tons of hugs.  It was me.  I guess I can look at it this way...we are where God wants us up north and we are content.  I've decided this is a good thing.