Transition

We’re in transition. We’re no longer in France having a unique experience while healing, and we’re not back to a normal life with our own home and job and life. We’re somewhere in between. For those who have ever been “in between” you would probably agree that is isn’t a terribly comfortable place. However, we are really hopeful. We feel that something is brewing for us…it just isn’t quite time. So we’re waiting. Waiting isn’t terribly comfortable, either. But being uncomfortable isn’t always a bad thing.

Transition. The very word brings me back to the final stage of birthing before the baby is pushed out and delivered. Is that what is happening to us? Are we in the process of being delivered? The scriptures are of full of this female symbolism. Moses was 40 years in the desert before the Children of Israel were delivered. Noah had a 40 day deluge before the earth was delivered from its unclean state. Psalms says that the “wicked are estranged from the womb”, the place of spiritual preparation before being spiritually delivered. We are told to be “reborn”; delivered from sin. Even the Savior himself shed blood and water as he delivered us from our personal hell. Is our own transition right now a part of our deliverance? I hope so. Maybe it won’t be a complete deliverance, but at least a deliverance from some of our perceptions, habits and characteristics that keep us from becoming more Godlike. This past year has been wonderful and hard. Strange how those can go together, but they can. In retrospect we can see some great personal and family growth. And now there is a new test…in between and waiting. So if this transition isn’t easy it is ok, just like in delivering a baby…the outcome is well worth the effort!