Katherine Mansfield's words keenly describe the heart-wrenching nature of moving. And the longer you have been in a place, the more you have invested in its people—the sharper the pain of leaving.
There is a way to keep all your bits to yourself while going about this fair and fallen world. It goes something like this: ignore the beauty, resist belonging, harbor bitterness, stay self-absorbed and narrow-minded and aloof.
But don't do it. Press in. Put down roots. Open your eyes and open your heart to each place the Good Shepherd leads you. It's worth the risk of pain.
And when it comes time to leave again, may the familiar ache remind you, dear pilgrim: there is a Forever Home just around the bend. The Shepherd himself prepares a place for you there. He will tenderly salvage every last ragged bit of yourself from Earth's fences. He will dry your tears. He will restore all things for eternity.
Another rag, another shred,
Another goodbye said...
O come, thou world; come, thou day,
When—heart made whole—I stay.