I suppose I'm receiving a firsthand Gospel lesson on the dynamic tension between "my yoke is easy" and "you must take up your cross".
Peter's plea in Matthew 19 has gained a certain, almost white-hot immediacy as I read it now. I won't lie: I miss my house. I miss my dogs. I miss my old life. But, Jesus' promise soothes my aching heart, like the Balm of Gilead. God gives me many shining blessings to show me the way.