gratitude in the midst of moving house

My family is in the process of packing up our belongings to return to the UK. One of the things that we have had to do is optimise what we use each day because we’re going to be flying with a budget airline and can only carry so much stuff. That has meant that the ESV journaling Bible I have been using since November, with its margins covered in notes and highlights, has had to be packed into a box to be shipped.

I was sad at first. I’ve grown to really, really, love using a physical Bible. But I’m thankful that I live in a time where I still have access to the Word. I have multiple apps for Bible study on my Mac, iPad and iPhone. I’m not going without.

And the Digital Journaling Bible that Crossway released right around Christmas time is proving to be absolutely perfect for this time right now. So while things feel like complete chaos, at least I still have what keeps me grounded.


Full disclosure: I have a lot of friends who work for or with Crossway. I still paid either full or sale price for the stuff that I use, though I have received a couple of Study Bibles and a children’s devotional for free in the past.

racing and stopping

There is no real way to get ready for leaving. It’s something that I’ve had to do a bunch of and I am in the process of doing that right now. The last time I had to get ready to leave, I didn’t know.

As I boarded the flight with my wife, I didn’t know that my visa to return to the UK would be refused three weeks later. I didn’t know that getting on that plane would mark the beginning of being away from my kids for two months. I wonder how I would have reacted if I had known.

Now, my family and I are preparing to leave Poland. This is the third time we’ve moved in three years. We are hoping that this will be the last time for a while. At least, a big move like this. Moving within a town would be mostly ok, and will even be necessary, but we are ready to be done. We’re ready to find a place where we can stay and grow.

Life in lockdown has shown us that we need friends. I need friends. Besides my wife, my closest friend is all the way in California. Right now, that’s a 9-hour time difference which makes contact a practical impossibility. At least with any consistency. And so, like my kids, I am hoping that this next move brings the opportunity for friends.

One of the things about moving is that it comes with this weird pace. It feels like there is everything to be done until one day, there’s nothing to be done. Right now it feels like everything and nothing all at the same time.

Travel hasn’t officially opened as I write this. I can’t even apply for my next visa for another six weeks. So we race and we stop all at once. And it is tiring.