Are we home?

Esther just asked, "Are we home?" I had to pause and think about my answer. I really don't feel like I'm home. I still feel unsettled. We've been in this house for three years. It's the longest we've lived in one abode for our entire marriage. Maybe the lack to consistency has led to me being incapable of feeling settled. Logically, there is really no way out of this house for a long time. Larger houses in our neighorhood are on the market well below ours. During the winter I feel we are really stuffed in here.

Maybe I'm just not sure of what direction God wants me to go. Because I am sure he wants me to move my myself about, not just sit here and be. What does He want from my life? I sometimes feel like I am the only one with this question always on my mind. Peter sure knows what he's doing. I think this is why I've been silent on the blog. I'm feeling a bit aimless.

I'm having a hard time looking at my short comings. I think that's the real answer. And who likes doing that? But I did organize the pantry.