Lord, I want to stay in this place.
How can I take it with me?
Hide within my breast the mountains
from melting snow,
scent of pine warmed by the sun,
sun shining every day.
How can I keep what You’ve given me here
while I go away to somewhere else?
This has been good soil for me,
and from it now friendships grow
And yet You say, “Leave now”?
For a while, life here felt bitter.
Lonely. Invisible. Meaningless.
Then I asked, and You gave kindred spirits,
helpers, prayers, listeners, trusters,
caregivers, meal makers.
Here, far from our “homes”,
You also gave a daughter
with here in her blood.
A goer. A doer. Explorer, hiker, sunny one.
Here is her birthplace; her “home”.
Will she ever get to return?
Four short years ago, You took us from China
and brought us here; a dream come true.
Now that dream seems to be ending
as we pursue another.
I don’t feel ready.
I want to plant another garden and reap the harvest.
I want to hike along the Divide amid snowbanks in the warmth of spring.
I want to see the snow-capped Rockies and go to them.
I want to keep thriving.
Reach and find wild beauty.
Reach and find hearts reaching for mine
in a place where I thought I was alone.
Now hope ushers me along;
hope turns my face and my thoughts forward.
Hope, because You did it before, and You’ll do it again.
Better than we could ask for or imagine.
I pack each box, I say each goodbye
with hope in my heart,
I will plant other gardens and reap the harvest.
I will keep thriving.
I will reach and find beauty.
I will reach and find Your heart reaching for mine
in a place where I have never been alone.
June 2014, Colorado