It's been a long time since I woke up needing to write a blog post. When I first started this blog it seemed everything was blog worthy. This morning I woke up quite a bit earlier than my alarm was to go off. I had to get something off my mind.
You see... I had moving on my mind.
This week it will be exactly 24 years since I moved into this house. It was just 3 months before my son, John was born. I was 24 years-old which is exactly half of my life ago. I remember where we put Meghan's crib and those first nights when we needed a baby monitor because it seemed her room was a million miles away. When I got divorced my main goal was to be able to keep my kids in their home. Fast forward to moving her off to college. I helped her move 4 times during college before she moved to New York. She is on her 3rd apartment. I can picture every single place she lived. The same is true of John. I recently helped him move to his 2nd apartment in Charlotte. I've helped move them just about every time. I wouldn't have missed it for the world!
This weekend I will be helping my mom move... again. I was thinking about all of the different places she has lived. In those same 24 years she has lived in a few different locations in Michigan, Florida, California, North Carolina, back to Michigan, back to North Carolina, a new apartment from one side of North Carolina to another.... back to Michigan... where she lives now... and now to another location in Michigan. It's hard to keep them all straight.
I'm praying she finds contentment and will realize she needs Him no matter where she goes next.
I'm grateful for all of the memories I've had in this house for these past 24 years (and the memories I've made helping others move).
Love,
Angie xoxo
4 comments:
Angie,
Isn't God amazing at how He and He alone can turn some bitter moments into sweet memories over time? I was just sharing on Tuesday evening as I am co-facilitating a study here in our community. (ie: divorce, or favortism w/parent, etc.)
Love to you,
Yolanda
Isn't it funny how our homes just tend to soak up our memories and hold them in their walls? I walked into our former house last week, where Adam and Suzanne live now, and it just hit me in the face. I felt little boys running throught the house and Christmas morning around the fireplace.
Blessings as you help your Mom move again. You are a great Mom and daughter! And, wife, too, I'm sure! Oh, and blog friend, too! The best!!! :)
It's good to grow roots, to have an anchor for all the seasons in our journeys. As for me, I've learned to keep the physical tent-pegs pliable. As a clergy family, we're always on "go" and must be ready to follow as the Lord leads and the Bishop directs! We're in one of those seasons now. There are times when I wish for a 24-year-old tent, but there is also something incredibly exciting for me to walk a new adventure. Regardless of the roof over our heads, we are all called to be a people of movement... in faith and for God's kingdom purposes.
Thank you for joining me on the road this week. May the peace of Christ rule in your heart, Ang.
peace~elaine
I think it's wonderful that you've remained in your beautiful house. We've moved so much over the years that I'm sure our kids aren't sure where to call home. LOL
Loved that photo of you.
Speaking of photos...
Stop by...the wedding photos are posted. Oh.My.Gosh! Pure magic!
Hugs!
Kat
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