Here in the In-Between

I am here in the in-between.

Right now, my in-between looks like the airport in Paris, light streaming in, a faint hint of perfume lingering in the air, and an occasional lost sparrow pecking at a crumb from a long-gone traveler.

It's strange being between two worlds: the American home I've left behind, and the Hungarian home awaiting. I'm between two cultures, two languages, two worlds, two jobs, two families.

Everything about this three hours is transition, though all I'm feeling is peace. While the decision to move to Hungary has been monumental, it has been acted out in single, step-by-step choices. It started back last April, and it has continued (and will continue) as I scan yet another boarding pass, find my seat, eventually my luggage, and my new home.

I've always been taught to "do the next thing," and somehow this next thing is so natural and so normal. Though I'm sure there will be times where I will wrestle with these decisions, and I will miss my other home (as I've already processed some), this is just the next step.

I'm reflecting on how even the most incredible, momentous changes come in single steps. In single choices to move forward or to step away. Which makes me so thankful that my God promises to lead me step by step, offering His Word as a lamp for my feet.

Ps 139:5, 7-10 You hem me in, behind and before, You lay Your hand upon me... Where can I go from Your Spirit, where can I flee from Your presence, Oh Lord? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me and your right hand will hold me fast.