Last night Sherry and I attended a farewell reception for one of Rebecca’s midwives. It was moving — especially when I saw pictures of Rebecca and the baby in the slide show.

But the moving I’m thinking of now has to do with big trucks and 100-degree heat. Across the street from our house, a Budget rental truck is parked in the driveway. The new couple has moved in; the previous family moved out. I’m thinking, “I am SO glad we moved LAST summer and not this one.”

Still, it’s hard to get moving out of your system. This afternoon I’m scheduled to go help another family load up a truck.

How blessed we are to have the freedom to move about freely, to make choices about our places. How easily we take it for granted. May the Lord move my heart to a place where I truly appreciate what He has given.