I crave stability.

I'm going on week 8 of living out of a suitcase, and I'm averaging 3 different beds a week since tour and I'm sick of it. I won't have a room to call my own until the end of June and I'm desperate for a place to belong. There's something about opening up a closet and seeing your clothes hanging to make you feel settled, anchored, secure. I need a place that doesn't change, that remains constant in my senseless "live one day at a time" summer. I want to belong, I don't want to feel like the rug has been pulled out from under me anymore. I'm sick of this limbo of not knowing what's going on. I have not been one to live "day by day"; I'm a planner and I love it. I enjoy having a strategy before I go into battle, but where God has me this summer I am defenseless to the bombardment of curve balls being thrown at me.
My only constant is the hand of my Father ever present through the ups and downs. The voice that tells me "come" even when I can't see the ground in front of me. "Jump" He says, and He's always there to catch me.
I may not have stability here, but I will always be secure in Him.
Secure in the knowledge that wherever He calls me, He's already there waiting for me to arrive. With me even as I contemplate worries and fears for the summer. Ever present, never changing, my anchor in times of uncertainty, my shield in times of battle, my cornerstone to lean on, and the foundation on which I stand.
I hold on to You, because You are all I have.