We often put Reuben in a door-bouncer in the mornings so we can have a few moments without one of us having to hold him. In the past two weeks of packing this time has become increasingly precious as we labour to box up our possessions and shift into a nomadic state of existence.
It struck me yesterday that we, as a family, are being put though a similar experience to little Reuben's: we are suspended, between one room and the next. We can make plenty of noise and bounce up and down, but can't go anywhere. However we are safe, we do have the attention of the One who Watches, and we know that we will be swept up in HIs embrace before too long... but for now we'll just bounce.
