Transition

I'm not sure if I like transition or not. If I was smart I would. Life as a whole seems to be a time of transition. Whether or not you are on your way to a beautiful place of disembodied bliss (Plato), a glorious new physical existence on some sort of a new earth (Bible?), in the midst of a process of reincarnation, or simply getting old to die and disappear forever, we are all transitioning. I should also like transition because our life seems to be in more of a transition than most, most of the time, certainly right now. A lot of this is by choice. Construction projects lead to frequent moves. Trying to figure out what exactly the Creator is doing with us leads to frequent moves (I guess unless he writes a message in the sky. Haven't been that fortunate yet). I guess I could just say screw it to all of this and just settle somewhere, have a happy, safe life with the wife and kids, doing our own thing. Not a horrible option. But the second that happens is the second I feel the life of God starting to seep out of me, like a leak in a tire, not really a blowout on the highway. I can't do it. But it would be nice to be in a place of "settled transition." That doesn't seem like too much to ask for. It gets tiring wondering what the next step might be, not fully knowing what and where the final destination is that this step is a part of. But then I realize how silly this is. Even amidst the doubt I trust we are where we are supposed to be doing what we are supposed to be doing. I'll look back later with greater clarity. That's how it has worked before. So I guess I need to embrace this transition, and the rest of it that is coming in the future, hopefully with a little settledness in there here and there. Life is in the journey. If it is in the destination than I am not alive, just waiting to be.