God settles the solitary in a home; he leads out the prisoners to prosperity, but the rebellious dwell in a parched land. (Psalm 68:6)
It has been an awful long since I have posted anything here. I must still confess that my job, while I’m not really allowed to work more than 40 hours per week, doesn’t give me the kind of time to blog that I would like. (For example, I have a meeting that starts at 0700 on Monday. Yay me!)
My devotions — I do the Church of England’s morning prayer daily, or almost daily, and when combined with the saint of the day, a reading from St. Benedict’s Rule for Monasteries, and the communion service scripture readings, takes a fair amount of time in the morning.
And I’m high maintenance when it comes to time. I need at least an or so of free time in the morning more than morning prayer. To read and listen to the radio and simply sit and contemplate. It’s something I know I need, and my days don’t work too well if I don’t give myself that time in the morning.
A few days of early morning meetings — my time workin in DC required a few very early mornings at USDA for monthly production and export reports — are easy to cope with. But I simply cannot do get out of bed, shower, and head to work without some time to center myself.
It’s just who I am.
The big news here is we’ve finally bought a house. It’s a trailer home, a single-wide, and we don’t own the dirt underneath, but it’s ours. Housing is very expensive in Moses Lake, and most of what is available is beyond our means, either in terms of rent or mortgage payments. I make about half the media income. Jennifer and I were able to pull this off because of what I inherited from my father last year after he died.
I don’t know the last time I had a place I could call home. I have been itinerant, decamping from one place to another in search of the next opportunities. I had hoped to be here only two years, and that deadline passed about a month ago. And not only are we still here, we actually invested in staying here. To be honest, I’m 51, and I have exhausted all my opportunities. I have no people, I have no institutions. I am in exile, I have been banished, and I have decided to thank God for that. Because it is mine. Because, for whatever reason, it is what God has called me to.
So we now have a home. A place where I can now hang my grandfather’s and his older sister’s paintings, my father’s charcoal drawings. I have no idea how long we will stay here, but it will at least be long enough to go to Chicago some time next year and haul the rest of our stuff out of storage. I have no idea what happens next. I have been toying with doing my morning devotions live on my author page on Facebook. I intend to begin work on the follow up to Kesslyn Runs soon, as scenes from that book are all I have been able to imagine of late.
And perhaps, at some point, I will start the Bible commentary again. Right now, though, I’m more content to simply listen to scripture rather than pretend I have something useful to say — or anyone who is able or willing to listen.
Right now I’m just content, and grateful, that I have a home.