Hands too full

For the past few months I have felt that my life is so full, abundant.  The people, the deepening relationships, the experiences - amazing gifts.  My hands are full.  So as new things are given and I prepare for new things, my hands can only hold so many things, and that means letting go.

It's been raining in Phoenix for the past three days, which is a remarkable event really, and something that I savor immensely.  Tonight after work, a short walk through the desert.  The stormy sky and chilly rain shrouded my familiar hills in a cloak of breathtaking beauty.  I breathed deep as the biting drops were thrown in my face.  I needed a minute to get away and remember the greatness of God.  

In less than three weeks I will be moving.  The reality of that hit me last night and I will admit some panic as I considered all that must take place in that time.  But don't let that seem as though I am not excited and amazed to be going.  Santa Elena (Helene).  That tiny island in the Caribbean off the northern coast of Honduras - it is to become my home.  I'm leaving with no idea when I will come back or where I will go next.  Only one step has been made clear.