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My life has been cruising along this summer. Our Classical Conversations campus has doubled in size our new American Heritage Girls troop is starting with over 20 girls (which is amazing), and I was beginning to organize our school year when a giant speed bump flew me off course.
The house that we are currently in, the house across from my parents, where my garden grows, the grass is big and my kids can run free range is on the short sale list. I know it’s only a house and it was never mine to begin with but I feel cheated. I can’t imagine something better or somewhere my heart has had such peace. We can’t buy it therefore there is nothing I can do but pack up and move.
I keep telling myself everything I know to be true. God is faithful ALWAYS, God’s plans are not mine and more often then not they are ALWAYS better, God owns this house and if He wanted me to stay He would provide a way. This has become my mantra in my head until my heart can believe it and when I get still and when I look out my window knowing I wont be seeing my garden, my parents chickens, and the green grass from this spot.
It all seems so ridiculous when I don’t feel sad. I am not sick, my family is beautiful, my husband is still employed and all that I love will go on. I hate moving!!! I hate hearing my kids try to make sense of this and listening to Joshua’s prayers. They are at an age where they too have an opinion and memories and moving just seems hard on them too.
Hugh!!! I have no time for this. School is starting, soccer is here, scouting will begin, and I can’t think of a worse time to pack and move. Oh well right?? There are much worse things in this world and I NEED to focus on the only constant, Jesus.
How does one eat an elephant? One bite at a time.