Stability and Confusion?

We are officially moved to Orillia. My commute has gone from 35 minutes to 5 minutes. We still have lots of boxes in the garage and storage room to go through but all the essentials are in place. This brings a sense of stability amidst a full week of chaos. The boys are starting to feel it too, that this is home, where we will stay and live. Hopefully we can go out to meet the neighbors and maybe make some friends! Apparently there's a nice Pentecostal pastor on the crescent somewhere. Maybe we'll make cookies, knock on some doors, and invite our neighbors to celebrate with us on our being unpacked in a week or so.

Alongside this growing stability is a growing confusion, if that is the right word to describe it. Maybe its the move, maybe its the political wars on social media, or maybe its just a new stage for me but I find myself unsure of a few things. Politically I have always leaned right. I am familiar with right wing talking points like abortion and religious rites but I look at the foment and lament on the left and wonder if I'm blind to something important that they see and I do not. I look at the mocking and jeering from the right and get a sick feeling in my stomach. I try to avoid political spats on Facebook but found myself in two light ones this week, both times realizing that I didn't know what I thought I knew nearly as well as I thought I did. I'm all for opportunities for learning from those who disagree with me but this really stresses me out for some reason.

There is just so much I don't know. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. I don't actually know how the average lay-Christian thinks or acts or what it is like to deal with the loud and proud right wing of America who voted for a man and policies that are objectively anti-christlike or what to do with the loud and proud left wing who demands that I "check my privilege" as though my skin color, sex, and religion were all big problems. I don't know how to deal with the right that demands the abolition of abortions without actually loving or helping solve the problems of the people who want abortions (as though life after birth isn't their business) and I don't know what to do with the left wing that slams the right for being anti-woman, hateful, and stupid. It's like I can see both their points and why each thinks that theirs are valid while the others are not. This is only one out of a million issues and I just don't know how they fit together or what to say if I'm ever asked. I don't have a solution but I know one who does and it is to Him that I pray for wisdom and understanding where I just feel like I have none at all.

Going back to where I am now, the house feels like a dream. It's surreal. I'm in this strange mental in-between space where my sub-conscience still expects the house in Barrie, and even jumps back to Caronport now, while I'm physically in a new house. It's bigger with a better layout. Everything looks nicer. It's a dream. It's a good dream. It's also not a dream, which takes me off guard sometimes. This is a privilege and I hope that we can use it to raise the boys well and to honor God with our lives.