"Arriving" can feel like a struggle. We will never be complete this side of Eternity, and we know that the glory to come far outweighs the trouble seen here, but the journey sometimes feels like an endless climb.
When we moved, we brought our beloved plumeria with us. It's been the topic of many a ransacked post because in it's simplicity, the Lord speaks to me through it... perhaps he knows how deeply I love it, tend to it, and so will be tender to listen while I'm there. He's personal like that.
We brought it to our new yard, my husband dug an enormous hole, moved earth to make it a home, and now it sits outside my screened porch. For the first few days I wasn't convinced it would make it. Leaves drooped. Yellow overtook the glossy green. Flowers - the beloved crown of the prize - browned and fell. I held my breath.
Days went by - and then the rains fell. And then it rained. Did I mention it rained? Nearly 4 1/2 inches in a week. The soaking worked. The plumeria righted and now stands, in all her glory, by the back door.
Fast forward 29 days. We've been in our house 29 days. The horticulture of my heart looks better, is stronger and blooming more wildly than ever before. Ever. As in... ever.
Something happens in our hearts when we realize we are finally home. When we realize the struggle is over, the soaking - although beneficial - has ended and we are released to be all that we have the freedom to be when we are home. Things bloom in us. Things strengthen in us. We thrive.
Although I still hold my breath for the Everlasting version, I'm home for now. The struggle I felt for so long over the opportunities for my family, our neighborhood and community, is over. We came here soaked to the bone. The drenching of life, pouring off every strand of hair, pressing it flat against our faces. But it worked. My heart is blooming here in this new place and I'm ready to flourish in all that the Lord has for me as I make his house our home. C'mon in, Lord... fill it up, I know it will be better than ever. We are home.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.