A little over a week ago we loaded up all of our worldly possessions (including teddy bears and baby dolls) and moved from the Upstate of South Carolina to Augusta, Georgia. It was a move that we firmly believe God led us to make, and one which we did with great excitement and expectation. While it was difficult in many ways to say goodbye to so many people that we had grown to love like family, there is also a calm assurance that comes when you know that you're walking in the center of God's will for your life.
While Kim and I faced the move with delight and determination, it didn't take us long to sense some of the struggles that our children were facing during the weeks that led up to the move, as well as on the actual moving day. We commented to each other on several occasions how Jack was acting out. He would get up in the middle of the night and wander through the house or get in bed with us, saying that he was too scared to sleep in his own bed. He began to backtalk and not obey when asked to do things around the house. In general, there was a melancholy, rebellious spirit that settled over him in the days leading up to our move.
I'm a "people watcher." I admit it. One of my favorite pastimes is what I call "people watching." I'm constantly watching, observing, people as I go throughout my day. I watch people everywhere. I watch people at the mall. I watch people when I'm at a restaurant. I watch people when we're at the playground. I watch people at the office. I watch people at church. I watch people in my neighborhood. I love watching people.
One of the reasons I like watching people so much is because that's the way that I learn. I learn best, and most, by observation. When I was growing up I had to see something work before I could fully understand it. Simply telling me how to work a math problem or put together a train track wasn't sufficient. I had to see somebody else do it first.
