'This is weird.'

I have lived in 8 states, 23 towns and 33 homes. Some of that was as a child, part as an adult. I know how to pack a house up, and unpack, in quite a timely manner. I have learned a lot of tricks. Dale's last pastorate was to be our last move. We had a running joke with the church family that Dale had to be there at least 20 years. I think we could have done just that. Dale passed away just short of 6 years. We both made one more move, his was to glory, mine was with Em to WA state.



I really like my little cottage, it makes me happy. My hope is I will live here the rest of my life, unless the Lord gives me the farm of my dreams. It is has been a great home for Em and I to find our footing. I knew one day she would be on her way into a new chapter with Evan. Yesterday was that reality. Yesterday she started to pack up her room.






It is only 4 days till the wedding. My, how quickly the time has passed. At first they kids set the date for January of 2011, then the pushed it up to November of this year. As they were trying to plan where to go on their honeymoon, I thought to myself, it would be more fun if they could go when the weather was still nice, so I suggested they move it up to September. There was no convincing on my behalf. Then came one more change. Evan would be going to a new duty station in July. As he was doing paperwork to make the transfer, his sponsor at his new post told him it would be much easier if he reported in July, already married. Long story short, another change, which worked out on a lot of different levels to be for the better. So, that is why the packing.


This is weird.' That from Emily's mouth as I came into her room yesterday to give her something. She was sitting on the floor sorting through stuff and putting it into boxes. As she looked up at me, I could only smile, because of the choking emotion welling up in my throat. I left the room, went to mine, closed the door, and cried. This was it. This would be 'the' move, the one I would not be making with her. My baby would be leaving.




I cried. Hard. I am a good crier, as I can cry without making a sound. I didn't want Emily and Evan to hear me. I needed the space. Time to let it all sink in. Time to accept the fact my house would soon be empty. It physically hurt.


There are new horizons on this trodden path, for both Em and I. It will all be good. How could it be anything else with a sovereign God at the lead. Changes? O yes. Easy? Not always. I so rejoice in the love Emily and Evan have for each other. I am excited to see their relationship grow and blossom in new ways as they begin their new pathway. I am even excited to see what the Lord will do with me, where He will lead, how He will lead. Yet, I must agree with Em, this is weird.