Change. I’ve had a lot of it in this life, and I’ve gotten pretty used to it.*
For a bunch of good reasons, we’re going to be moving. When? Not sure. Where? Nope, don’t know yet. All of which is ok, because God.
However, I seem to be getting sentimental and I don’t much care for it. I’m not attached to these “things” I’m sifting through, at all – except for a very few of them, giving and tossing aren’t hard for me.
Since I know this about myself, I was caught off guard last night by a tsunami of big, brimming emotions. Blindsided with feelings of loss and missing and the next thing I knew I was just … sobbing. Why? I suppose that while I was fine with getting rid of the “things,” I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of sweet memories that stole my breath away, over and over all day long. Without my noticing. And I suddenly got overwhelmed with it all – the love, the joy, even the hard – so much has happened here in these 18 years. I wouldn’t trade a minute, and I’m realizing that I might miss here forever. Not here, this place.
But here, this season, the sweetest one of my life so far. That is what I’m attached to, and it is ending as surely as we are moving. We are not moving “on” though, we are simply moving forward, and we will carry all these memories with us when we go.
And as I cried myself out, what popped into my head but this promise:
“But forget all that— it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” (Isaiah 43:18-19 NLT)
And now, once again, peace reigns. No second thoughts, at all. Endings can be hard AND good, and this is one of them. Here we are Lord – we’re ready!
Love,
~Angie
*Note: I may be pretty used to change, but PLEASE don’t make me ever ever ever get a new phone again. That’s over my limit.
Moving is like dying. At least, that’s what they say. I can sympathize with you. I know a thing or two about moving. Really? I moved over 35 times in my life. Some times it was harder than other times. but everytime a new experience was welcoming me. It has shaped my life in a significant way. Yet, I understand. Tears are nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it says somewhere God puts them all in His persaonal bottle and I am absolutely convinced He is using them for a wonderful plan, as all His plans are wonderful. I will be praying for your move whenever it happens. (And now I do too)
Blessings
JK … 35 times wow! This is #15 for me and I thought that was a lot! It certainly does make us think about priorities!
So very true, Angie! I have found those tears of leaving every time we moved, even when I also felt the blessing of the Lord for something new. I’m so glad he understands us!
Agreed Bettie. Sometimes I can only see the hard and forget about the “something new” … and yet He is still faithful!
Some of the same thoughts I had about moving here, but it was time. Now that it’s over I can rest knowing God had worked out all the details. Some wonderful people, including Greg, helped make this possible. Praying your move will go well and that you find the right place to make new memories.
Nellie you know! You had such a big move recently … may I call you when I’m crying?? 🤣