Recently I wrote a post on the discipline and joys of staying where God put you.  Like the Psalmist David we sometimes feel like we would like a change of scenery and circumstance.  He wrote in Psalm 55, “Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.  Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness.  Selah.  I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.”  We have all been there. There are days when the word escape sounds beautiful.  The problem is that leaving does not always bring the peace that our pragmatic hearts promise.  There is a rest in the middle of the storm.…