I love it when God gets personal! Y’all ready for Genesis 35?
Genesis 35:3 (GW)–Then let’s go to Bethel. I will make an altar there to God, who answered me when I was troubled and who has been with me wherever I’ve gone.”
From 1996 to 2011, I packed up–on average–every eighteen or so months and moved. Massive moves from one state to another. I left jobs, homes, family members… and I followed my husband wherever he went. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t say I followed him. It’s a partnership. We went together. Know what? I’d do it all again too.
The first move was hard. I was leaving the only hometown I’d ever known to move, oddly enough–God-planned enough–to live near my husband’s family. That was a blessing in more ways than one. I got to know them like I never would have otherwise. Then we moved back home. And on to four other states–some more than once.
In every move, God did something in me, something that changed me. Each move got a little easier, and now that we’ve settled, I can’t say that I miss them, but I do miss small aspects. (All that said? I’m glad to be in a home we never have to leave.)
God. Who rescued me from the pits of fear. Who has saved me more times than I can count… He was with me everywhere we went, just like He is with me now. Sometimes it seemed like we moved to the Dark Side of the Moon. But He was still there. He always stayed right beside me, even when I was the most afraid.
See, it doesn’t matter where we go. It doesn’t matter how far away from Him we think we are. He is always right there, never leaving. Sometimes, I’ve stood in the middle of the worst moment of my life and, even though I haven’t geographically moved, I’ve fallen. But guess who was right there.
I’ve always loved that verse, the one that says we can go to the highest mountain or to the deepest sea, but we can’t get away from God. I’ll bet that freaks out anyone who is trying to run from Him. But me? That makes me feel comforted. No matter where I go. No matter what I do. He’ll always be there.