I thought I’d take a five minute break from my cleaning and packing to jump in to Five Minute Friday. I’ve missed it. Full disclosure: The parts written in parentheses came after the five minutes was up. 😉
Moving is always bittersweet and this house, this here has been good to us.
I will miss our gorgeous view and the feeling of having lots of space.
I won’t miss the feeling of living on someone else’s property and the neighborhood kid drama on the playground.
We’ve watched our girls grow here, welcomed Lainey to our family in this house. We survived Tomas here. I remember when I moved in looking out at the ocean (that I never could believe I could actually see from my house) and thinking that beauty will sustain me in hard times and set me flying in good times. In only the four years that we’ve lived in this house we’ve seen so many of both. What stories will play out in our next home?
My ‘meta-here’–not my physical space but the landscape and scope of the inside of my head and heart–feels messier than normal. I have been near panic for most of the week trying to figure out HOW TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE given parameters that seem nearly insurmountable. I have been, at times, as downtrodden and depressed in the wake of all of our wonderful news as I have been in some of our out and out ‘low’ journeys. The time crunch, the feeling of having to do it ALL on my own. It makes this temporary feel bigger than anything else. Overwhelmed is not a feeling I wear well.
But this is what I know: I am held in this meta-here too. I am helped here. I am provided for here. I am loved here. I am accepted as I am here. The voices that scream that my feelings are much ado about nothing are skirting the truth. The voices that scream that this is impossible and that I am not up to this task are lies from the enemy.
Here I am held. I am His. And in His provision, little by little, piece by piece, even the most insurmountable looking mountain can be climbed. Even the most daunting obstacles are overcome.
I am safe here.