found

As I turn the corner to walk up the stairs with an armload of laundry, I glimpse a small flash of color. My youngest beams up at me as she inches into the tight space between the stationary desk and the stairwell. I know this game well. Feigning confusion, I look wildly around with a worried expression, 

"Where is Ray Ray? I can't find her!" 

With a triumphant smile, my toddler begins to shuffle out of the space. 

"There she is!" I say, meeting her grin with one of my own. 

We have made a home in NoVa these last five months. Though the pictures have not all made it up on the walls, the house looks settled. My heart, however, is not. I know that every transition is different. I can remember back to places where, even after three years, I was still not at home. This was a dark time. Other postings have left sweet memories of fellowship and close knit community. Still others left me feeling like I was not fully understood or known.

I realize that, in these places, how important it is for me to be known. Understood. 

I want to be found. 

In this season, I feel as if I am stuck in an anonymous place. I know this is not the truth. To be honest, it is during these times that I pray for God's perspective on my life, my situation. If I believe He is sovereign in all circumstances, regardless of whether or not I am in close friendship with others or active in using my gifts, then I can be confident that He is sovereign when my situation feels stuck. 

At heart, I am impatient. My vision is myopic. I need the touch of the Father's hand to restore my vision- Lord, give me your eyes to see... 

To see Your goodness, 

To see Your provision,

To see Your abundance,

To believe that You have 

found me,

know me,

understand me,

And that is enough.