This past weekend our youngest son moved to Philadelphia for a new job within his company.  Wally and I accompanied him on the long trek north from Charlotte, driving his car behind the truck he rented to transport all his belongings. Even though he’s well familiar with the city due to many trips there for work already and excited about this new chapter of life, my heart has been upside down as we’ve anticipated his move.

I wanted to follow the sign as we pulled out of his neighborhood. I wanted to STOP. I wanted him to STOP. Return to the familiar . . . the known community . . . the good and fruitful life God had blessed him with in Charlotte. Continue reading “Moving On” →