Moving

"For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."  Psalms 91:11 

This is our last week in the only home you have known.  Little moments feel sentimental like Taco night and post dinner play.  Your Daddy and I switch babies and pots and pans back and forth among happily painted yellow walls we painted when you were only dreams in our hearts or in heaven as Shadden likes to call it.  Our familiar life will be changing.  I want to make it okay for you, but I know you'll have to process it on your own.  I feel sad replacing the stability of your home with the new and unknown.  I feel sad seeing the line of fiery red maples trees wishing I could plant them where you could always see them.  I grieve losing turquoise and brightly painted background rooms for blank white walls.  I worry about you never seeing your friends again.  I worry about you making new friends.  I fret inside over our new rental wondering what are future will bring.

Your Dad and I have never been fans of moving.  The process is grueling.  But this time, we are moving a family which is harder in every aspect.  The lure of newness which would overcome me in the past, has freckles of motherly concern.  We have spent the last few years building a stable home and now we are uprooting you from all your comforts.  Family members console me by saying, "Shadden will transition great..."  I believe you will, but I want so much to make it easier for you.  I want best friends and trees and gardens awaiting you.  Building a new life seems as far away as California.

Our plan is in place.  You Daddy is working his last week of work.  We will fly to Florida to spend a week of Thanksgiving with GG and Grampy, Aunties, and Cousin Mason.  Then, we we will fly to Michigan to spend time with Nana, Grandma, Auntie Tina, and Lily.  Finally, we will fly to California. Your Dad will have driven the cats and cars and will be waiting for us at the airport.  We will live out of suitcases for a week until a moving company and Papa arrive to help us turn a rental property into a home just in time for Christmas.

Amist the transition bridge, God has family and friends to hold our hands as we walk across together.  To God, who faithfully provides, we are thankful.

"He will cover you with his feathers,

    and under his wings you will find refuge; 

his faithfulness 

will be your shield and rampart."  

Psalm 91:4 (NIV)

"You who sit down in the High God’s presence, spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow, Say this: “God, you’re my refuge.  I trust in you and I’m safe!”  That’s right—he rescues you from hidden traps, shields you from deadly hazards. His huge outstretched arms protect you—under them you’re perfectly safe; his arms fend off all harm."  Psalm 91: 1-4 (MSG)