It started with a "Wanted" poster and turned into a journey of faith and blessing. The "Wanted" were mechanics for the U.S. Postal Service, and the job had Don's name (my husband) written all over it.

God's hand was evident in each step of the journey, from the testing—not only of Don's skills, but of his faith—to our recent move to the west side of the state.

Twenty-four years of marriage were spent in our hometown; 21 in our first and only home. Roots were not just put down, but buried so deep only God could unearth them. Then He called and made us excited about the adventure.

Days of unpacking boxes revealed something I'd missed on that tiring night of their deposit—a new, large, living room.

Eyeing the walls, I mentally pushed the furniture into place. But something said, "No, not the walls, the middle."

So that's where the couch went, far from the safety of a wall. It divides the room and allows for a cozy area to begin the day with God's Word.

How long have I been a wall hugger, keeping to the safety of the corners?

God made it clear; He doesn't want a corner of my heart, He wants it all—the very best parts. He had called me into a partnership with Him, to dance in the middle, and live!

It's an awesome thing to fall under the blessing of our God. But, packing light, the journey is worth the destination.

Kimberley Tagert-Paul is a freelance writer from Muskegon, Michigan.