THE HOUSE WE WILL BE MOVING INTO ON SATURDAY
It’s been four years in the coming, but we are finally on the last leg of our move. I have resisted it, not only because of the work I knew would be involved in decluttering, but because I had grown mentally attached to the house we lived in for 24 years.
It’s funny how we hang on to things of this world. If only I would put more faith in God’s provision, but like all of humanity, I’m a sinner and don’t always put God first. When I finally agreed that a move was the only way for us to live out our retirement years, without the added stress of trying to make enough to just cover our expenses, it was if a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I had no clue what I was in for. When my mind clears and I can look back on this entire episode, I will write a book about the whole process. I’m sure it will discourage many from moving, but it will also encourage the process of giving in and moving on.
So on we go to the next chapter – one not yet written or determined – one with question marks all over the pages – one with a second, third, fourth and fifth chance of a beautiful life together. Despite the storms of our past, I’m sure that God has scripted these next few pages and it will be amazing.
So I ask for prayers that I have the energy to get everything done, the wisdom to say goodbye to past memories and build new ones, and the faith to push ahead. I know that the next house is simply a cute little farm house, built in 1885, with many upgrades, but with many good times to share with others, but it’s only a house and my true home is waiting for me in heaven.
ONWARD AND UPWARD!