Without a map (or a clue)

We will move most of our belongings tomorrow to a new house. Strange to think that the path has led us to this place. Or should I say away from this place? It was almost two years ago that we moved to Colorado, following what felt like the Spirit of God. Some pretty miraculous things happened for us to be able to buy this house and live in this place.

But now that chapter is ending, and as the pages turn, I really don't have a clue of what lies ahead. I know the new address, and I know the bills that are piling up in the middle of the chaos of our lives right now, but where the road leads is a mystery. And behind the curtain of the mystery, behind the "what" of what lies ahead is the eternal question of "why". Is God at work in every movement, or are we blundering on in our typical style of life? Is there a grander scheme, or are we taking another step in a meaningless staircase?

I won't pretend to know the answers. (At least that much has changed.) What I do pretend is to believe that God is still in charge, still directing, and still interested in creating in us a little bit of Himself. And it is to that end that we follow the ongoing mysterious road that lies before us.