I’ve been in a funk. On the brink of tears for days. Tired. Knot in my chest. Blegh…
It’s the pending move. Boxes gathered by friends and family sit in my shed and I haven’t been able to make myself get started on packing.
I’m not doubting what God has called us to do. His hand is all over it in ways I will save for a different day. And I’m definitely excited about the opportunity that lies before us to live out the Gospel in High Point. Still, it doesn’t make it easy. That feeling of needing to breathe deeper to feel relief just won’t go away. This sacrifice is NOT an easy one.
It’s because of what it requires me to leave. And all the little things that make up beautiful memories.
And it’s them. The ones we have done life with on a daily basis for the last 12 years.
The ones we lived with in college and “traded” roommates when we got married.
The one I would hide and jump out to scare as she came in from school.
The one I had sleepovers with in our apartment just so we could stay up talking.
The ones we shared wedding days with.
The ones we’ve shared countless pancake breakfasts and cookouts with.
The ones that gave us a giant candle of shells as a wedding gift that became a back and forth “hide the candle” game that ended up on our roof, in a grill, and under the ground.
The ones who we moved next door to when we got married.
The one who defends me to this day regarding the car wreck that was my fault because of that lady doing push-ups on the corner.
The one who does my hair every time I need to dress up for something.
The ones who model unconditional love.
The one we text at 10:00 at night when our baby has a fever.
The one who wrote me a note on the anniversary of my dad’s death every year.
The ones who were at the birth of our children and we at theirs.
The ones who are parents to my little boy’s favorite person in the world.
The ones who let us live with them for 5 months while our home was rebuilt.
The ones who listen and who pray.
The ones who we have hard God conversations with and who arent afraid to challenge us or ask questions.
The ones who encourage us and love us unconditionally.
I could go on and on and on. Lauren and Ryan, this blog is for you. You are our family. The memories we have made the last 12 years have been some of the best of my life.
Thank you for being the kind of friends that make me feel this kind of sadness about moving. Not that I enjoy the sadness. But God has blessed us with one of the sweetest gifts in life. A sweet and beautiful friendship. Our moving does not and will not ever change how important you are to us.
You are treasured.
“Is any pleasure on earth as great as a circle of Christian friends by a good fire?” C.S. Lewis