sifting again

two years ago

we were sifting, sorting

tossing and donating 

pieces of our North American lives

preparing for our African journey

boxes of what we wanted to keep

stacked neatly in a basement room

of our once forever home

there is only one

forever

and it is not now

and it is not here

this house will be marketed

sold and left behind

as we return again

to Africa

today, the things

in those "save" boxes

are being sifted, sorted

tossed and donated

tears falling

as more pieces of our old lives

are stripped away

I stand here bare

trembling

as I wait for new skin

But forget all that—

    it is nothing compared to what I am going to do.

 For I am about to do something new.

    See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?

I will make a pathway through the wilderness.

    I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.

Isaiah 43:18-19 NLT