Last Tuesday in Chicago

I’m not really the blogging type, but enough people have asked me to keep them updated after I leave Chicago that I thought it might actually be worthwhile.

The last week or two have been a series of ‘lasts.’ Last day at the nature museum, last day at work, last day at church, last day teaching sunday school (at least I got a nice picture of my class). Now it’s gotten to just be my last Sunday in Chicago, my last Monday in Chicago, last Tuesday, and will continue thusly tomorrow with Wednesday. I’m not much good with the ends of things.

But as much as endings suck, I feel good about my move. And I don’t really believe that whole parts of your life really ever end as permanently or completely as it sometimes feels like they do. Everything I’ve gained the past two years is still with me, and the relationships I’ve formed here will change of course, but I’m not moving to the moon. I have made great friends, and enjoyed a incredible city for almost two years. And if Charlotte doesn’t live up to that, I leave. No harm no foul. But I am finally starting to trust that God has better plans for me than I do, so I’m pretty excited to find out what they are.

There’s a sacred harp tune we sang on Sunday that I’ve always loved, and that’s been playing through my head the last two days. The one verse goes like this:

Why do we then indulge our Fears,
Suspicions and Complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his Grace
Grow weary of his saints?