My life as a nomad began when I was eight days old. My father boarded the ship for transport to serve in the Korean Conflict two days after I squalled my way into the world. Mom and I boarded a plane from California to Wisconsin, where we lived with my maternal grandparents until my father came home more than a year later.
From the Pacific coast to southern Florida to wide spots in the road in South Dakota to the heart of Minneapolis to towns with one stop sign to towns with two, we lived in twelve different places before our family settled into southwest Wisconsin, not far from where I spent all but eight days of my first year of life. Small towns and large cities. Bungalows, apartments, duplexes. Warm weather climates. Cold weather climates. A new school for almost every year from kindergarten to fifth grade.
Our family approached every move as a unit, an imperfect but love-based team, and with a sense of adventure for what lay ahead. The unknown brought a sense of excitement my parents modeled. And I knew early on that I belonged to the God who made me and claimed me as His own, as the Bible taught me.
Despite innumerable starting over moments, despite losses and life changes, job adjustments, shifting friendships, and five moves in the first five years I was married—go figure—I remained rooted. Settled. Secure. Because God remained eternally the same. Although I sometimes forgot or stiffened against His embrace, in the core of my being I knew where I belonged.
After those five moves early in our marriage, my husband and I moved again, to the house in which I now sit…thirty-seven years later. When our kids were in their early teens, one of them asked, “Why can’t we ever move, like other kids do?”
I smiled and said, “We’re settled in.” Oh, how much meaning lies in those three words.
Cynthia Ruchti tells stories of Hope-that-glows-in-the-dark through her novels, novellas, devotions, nonfiction, and through speaking events for women and writers. Her latest release—All My Belongings—reflects on this subject in greater depth as the characters struggle to discover where they truly belong and a love worth fighting for. You can learn more about All My Belongings and the other seven books she’s written or collaborated on at www.cynthiaruchti.com or www.facebook.com/CynthiaRuchtiReaderPage.