As far as I’m concerned, I don’t care if I see another box for a long, long time. We’ve spent the summer moving – first to a cottage at our church camp in upstate New York, and then to a home in North Carolina. Our life has been dominated by boxes – some going to the cottage, some going to North Carolina, some for a moving sale, some for things to give away, and some for trash.
A few years ago my daughter and her family moved a number of times in a very short period of time which also included a lot of boxes. One day my 2-year-old grandson was singing “I’ve got peace like a river in my soul.” I was curious how much understanding a little guy that age could have of his soul and so asked him, “Dommie, where is your soul?” Without missing a beat, he responded, “Oh, probably in a box somewhere.” That was the standard answer in his home for anything that couldn’t be found.
Unlike Dommie, my comfort in all of these recent changes has been that I’ve known exactly where my soul is. Throughout all the busyness and decision-making, my soul has remained quiet and steady because it was being held by One who never changes. What comfort there is in that truth. While so many things in our lives were changing, the foundation of our lives – the soul part of our lives – remained strong and unchanging.
There’s an old hymn by A. B. Simpson that expresses it so well. “Yesterday, today, forever, Jesus is the same.” Our location has changed and with it so many other things, but our hearts rest in the One who remains the same, whether in a cottage in upstate New York or a house in North Carolina. “All may change, but Jesus never!” And my heart echoes the rest of that line, “Glory to His Name!”
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