No not the blog, our family is officially moving! It's a longish/shortish sort of story....it begins like this:
My parents have lived here in Hawaii for over 35 years, but they both love the mountains, taking road trips and seeing more nature than cockroaches and mongoose. Around 7th or 8th grade we started taking Skiing trips to Angel Fire, New Mexico where my parents bought a small condo. We would return every year to this small, cozy little town for fun and adventure and snow! Something we are a little short of here in the islands. It's a place they've dreamed about living for quite some time now and finally that dream is becoming a reality.
They found a house they love, one they can create anew as their own. They've worked over the last year to get it ready for them, the final push coming with the movers taking away their treasures and us piling up ours within their house.With that there came the question of whether to sell their home or keep it, and thankfully they've decided to keep it, and let us live in it, potentially own it somewhere in the future~those details are yet to be finalized. Keeping the house also allows my brother to remain here, working for the family company. It gives my Parents a place to come to when they travel back and forth from NM to Hawaii on Business or for visits.
It's been an emotional and stressful journey trying to pack up us and move in to them. I've been spoiled with having my parents live so close for so long. Through all my pregnancies and babies being born. The good times the bad times. All of it. So with the moving in we teeter on happiness and sadness, excitement and exhaustion all at once.
For the last two weeks we've been trekking back and forth, slowly transitioning our lives from here near the coast, to the middle of the island. It's been rough to say the least. The realization of just how much JUNK we really own is overwhelming. Then deciding between what really is Junk and what is loved and treasured junk is exhausting! Further more packing, hauling, unpacking is well........draining.
But this morning I was reminded by
Philippians 4:8
8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
This move, though difficult, tiring, exhausting.....is incredible. It's a HUGE blessing for our family. A chance to start over financially and be debt free, and chance to spread out in a home that actually fits our growing family. A place where we are closer to our church family and friends. A fresh start at reorganizing and purging what we've crammed into this little home. THAT is what I need to focus on now and in every situation. There is good even in that which is difficult. Though sometimes it's hard to see the good, hard to focus on the truth, hard to see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. It is there.
Oft times, it truly is the hardest things in life that are the biggest blessings. I am thrilled that the house we have lived and loved in for so many years will not pass on to strangers. I know this move is hard; leaving the place where you welcomed all your precious babies and where you grew into the wonderful wife and mother you are (and YES , you are wonderful!!). Praise Him for moving in our lives and His many blessings during our moves -which is not to say that the act of moving is fun and games. It is emotionally laden, physically exhausting and just plain hard. Hang in there and rest in His arms when you can...the move actually IS a finite process and will eventually end. I promise : ) I am loving the changes you are making here..an entire house that is basically a blank canvas to be painted by your artist's soul.
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