The Lord's Moving Company

The Lord moves in mysterious ways indeed... and gets us to move as well. For the first time in over ten years, I had a really strange thought last night - It's ridiculous to be as old as I am and still be living at home with my parents.

Now, to be fair, there are many reasons I've never had this thought. First of all, there is just no way I can afford to live in the San Francisco Bay Area. If I scraped together every spare nickel I had, I couldn't even afford rent. The friends that I have that do rent apartments (or parts of apartments) all live month to month just to pay the rent. They exist. They don't LIVE. And as for buying or owning a home? Forget about it. Without some serious infusion of cash into my life, that will never happen. So, that's the major reason I live at home with my parents - its economical to do so. If I had to leave, I would move out of state - a long ways out of state - the further from California, the better.

Second, my parents are getting older and they really need help around the house and in the backyard. When they're on vacation, I look after the house and the pets and what not. But even when they're home, I am there as a helper - a fall back position for errands, and construction work, and all sorts of other projects.

Third, I get along really well with my parents as we have a lot in common. This is one reason I have never felt strange or ashamed about living at home before. In terms of roommates, you couldn't ask for a better pair than my parents (and they keep to themselves).

That being said, this thought came to me last night out of the clear blue, and I knew it was more than just a thought. It was a suggestion. A hint. A, dare I say it, command. God was telling me that it was nearly time to move on - to move out.

The question is... where? As I pointed out, economically I can't afford to even live in my car. So, I'm not sure what He has in mind. But I will keep you posted.