Moving On

We move through life always looking for the next best thing. We move lanes to get to work faster. We move meetings because something more important comes up. We move slower when the sun starts to set at 3:45 pm. I always say that I need to move my body more, but sometimes I don’t want to. They say that with Him we can move mountains, but sometimes I just need Him to move my soul and sometimes even just a pebble. New people move into your circle as others pack their bags and move out. I try to move with grace. Sometimes I move like an Irish dancer.

Tik, Tik, Tik. The clock always moves.

My dog moves much slower to his food than he used to. After Christmas, I’m moving to Denver. “Please don’t move,” I say to my dad as he holds me in one of his healing hugs, squeezing the pieces back together.

Yes, I’m moving on, but really, I’m moving into the new me. I can’t wait to see how she (and all of us) move others and the world around us. But better yet, I can’t wait to see how they move her.