Moving less sucessfully

I've been reading a blog post called Called to the Crazy. The author, Tsh Oxenreider, talks about moving countless times and relates how her kids are fine with uprooting because as a family, they’re grounded. 

I wish that had been true for my family. I thought, like Tsh, that the glue that held us together was our trust in God. And it was. But there was a huge 'but'...

I too have moved, but not so successfully. We made a difficult move BACK to our own culture – displaced, disenfranchised inwardly while outwardly we looked – and were expected to be – ‘normal’. The children were teenagers, enduring grief, separation, loneliness, bullying…our lives were crazy but, save that ‘God works all things together for good’, not ‘crazy good’. It was an awful time which we struggled to be positive in.

I know that a ‘good attitude’ makes a huge difference, but I do wonder how we can exult in our calling, rejoicing in God’s goodness and plans when reality so often bites us.

I wish we could have had a better, more trusting attitude. It was just really, really hard and I suspect is so for many.

She claims that every one of us is 'called to the crazy'. God calls us often into the unknown, the uncomfortable and that it's not really so unusual. After all, there are various Biblical examples which suggest that God does indeed call us out of our comfort zones.

Tsh Oxenreider says "So when He calls us to the crazy, we can follow knowing His plans are for His best."

I wish.