Here's the thing with moving, especially moving to a part of the country I've never been in before:
Everything is new.
The streets are new, the weather (for January for me) is new, the license plates on the cars are new, the grocery store chains are new, the people are new, accents are new, the customs of the local people are new, the churches are new, the landscaping around homes are new (holly bushes!), banks are new, places to travel to by car are new, phone numbers are new.
I think I'm getting my point across.
A few days ago I got a new cell phone. I really wanted a non-Minnesota phone number for one thing, and another thing was my old cell phone's microphone didn't work anymore. Makes it kind of difficult to use as a phone. I do have a bluetooth, so that worked fine for when I needed it. While upgrading a cell phone is usually a cool thing, I found myself being overwhelmed with one more new thing to adapt to. There is always a period of time spent trying to figure out the nuances of a new cell phone.
As I have pondered all this newness, it has made me grateful to know that my God isn't new. He is always the same.
Ecclesiastes 1:9 says, What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
Hebrews 13:8 says, Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.
Those are good things.
My dad wrote on my birthday card he sent me this week that God has gone before us to South Carolina. For that I am grateful. I am grateful my dad reminded me of that.