With each out-of-state move, every step of obedience--the discerning, the deciding, the doubling down--has gotten easier, save one. The uprooting has gotten harder, especially now that a double oven, mountain views and neighbors I’ve come to care about deeply are involved. Idolatry is a good shot. It nails me every time. The day the realtor shows up is the worst. Fists clenched and flesh screaming, my mood changes like a sky in December. Mid-tantrum, I hear him. Gently, no louder than a …
