I wear many hats in my life:  Wife, friend, blogger, writer, singer, pet owner.  But there is one hat that I’ve worn too often in the past weeks – workhorse!

I wish I could say that my move to southern California is complete.  While I have a physical address in the Golden State, it isn’t “home” yet.  Not by a long shot!  It lacks that comfy, peaceful feeling to luxuriate in.  My house is filled with boxes, bags and furniture that hasn’t quite yet been placed in the perfect place.  And while I relish the fact that when you have moved into a new home it is the one time you can show your house when it is a complete disaster, I miss wanting to rush home just to savor its coziness and tranquility.

For those of you planning a move soon, let me give you one piece of advice – pace yourself!  Develop a rhythm your body can tolerate and be sensitive when you try to go beyond.  Richard and I broke that rule many times this past month because of several interruptions to our packing schedule and then, while unpacking, only having him here such few days.  As a result, I ache in places I didn’t know even existed and I’d love to lay down for a long winter’s nap.  Only problem – too many boxes still clog the living room, bedroom and hallways of my new home.

Despite the rush, we’ve invited the most important person into our new home:  Jesus Christ.  Even before we left the driveway of our old home, His name was on our lips and His peace was in our hearts.

Isaiah 43:19 says, “See, I am doing a new thing!   Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?  I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”  I recognize Christ doing a new thing in my heart and in my life.  A spring of audacious excitement wells up in my soul.  Yet, I still must make my way out of the box-strewn wilderness of my new house.  And with God’s help, I will.

For more than all else, I want my house to glorify Him.  I want it to be a haven for my friends to visit and find rest.  I want it to be a place of humility where I can serve my God and others.  I want it to be the place where healing, forgiveness and life take place. I want hope to shout from the hallways and love to encircle all those who enter its doors.

So excuse me while I put on my superwoman cape, become the white tornado and try to bring some order to an utterly chaotic place.