We have packed up a lot of the house and moved it to our old house. This move depresses me, and excites me at the same time. I feel like the Israelites when they finally obeyed and found the promise land. Only good can come of this move. Christmas happened!!! We really believed it wouldn’t in the house due to the move. But everything traditional to us took place, and it warmed my frozen heart! (our house has stayed in the low 60’s, so that’s a physical metaphor) My sister and I were even able to watch a Charlie Brown Christmas! Good food was consumed, including a wild turkey that a friend prepared for us. Life is abundant.
The boys cleaned the concrete floors in the house today so we can lay some rugs in our rooms for warmth and cushion, and that way we can start moving furniture in. I was telling a friend that some of the best days of my life happened in that house, and I’m leaving it. But a soul wound is tied up in this house, one I thought I had riddance of. My sister, at 16, is very wise and reminded me that this move will be healthy. That put it into such great perspective and I felt hope. There truly is a light at the end of the tunnel, and it really does become darker before the dawn. But the stars shine brighter right before the sun rises…
New Years eve…wow…not sure what to expect. Will I feel a release like I did last year? 2010 did not exist for me. I just chose to learn from it and forget about it. Is that possible? I’m afraid of some things, some carnal things, some spiritual, some relational. I really don’t know what’s going to happen, but whatever does I hope it’s beautiful.
I’m getting over a cold, and barely had a voice today at work. I sounded like I was about to croak every time I opened my mouth. Ahh the hilarity of a cold! One co-worker so fondly said I sound like a duck. Not too certain what that means, because ducks quack….maybe I’m missing something.
A few friends and I are going to see Darkest Hour tonight. One of those friends leaves tomorrow for his first stationing in another state. He just graduated marine boot camp. I am so proud of him and words won’t ever be enough to fully convey how much we will miss him. I hate crying, especially in front of people. It makes me nervous knowing I’ll drive away crying. It is the inevitable, the thing I can’t control, something so unpredictable that terrifies me. He is happy though, and that is all that matters. We love him and stand for him.
