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One Box at a Time

I packed my china today. It's all wrapped in the guest bathroom towels and tucked away in boxes. I was high enough on that accomplishment that I packed up the kitchen cabinet filled with coffee cups and stowed our coats and jackets in a suitcase. I'm spreading out the packing and taking my time. This seems to ease my sadness at leaving my home. I do love my home, especially now that the carpet has been replaced and the broken furniture has been laid to rest. Here is the current version complete with my favorite rocking chair in front of the bay windows.


Right now I'm marveling at how God speaks to us. I've mentioned that I know this move is the right thing to do. The circumstances so far have been mind boggling, to say the least, and so much has happened in the moments when I thought there was no way for it to all come together. Even now, the woman we are buying the property from is steadily moving out. My greatest fear, though, has been saying good-bye to the place that has been my home for the last five years.

I don't like to say good-bye. I even consulted a therapist once for advice on quitting a job that I absolutely hated. Imagine how much worse it is when I actually like the place, so I really have dreaded leaving my current position. Like I said, God has a way of speaking to us, and He did so for me today through my former supervisor. After being chastised today for turning in my notice so close to the start of the next school year, I had all the energy I needed to clean out the rest of my classroom and turn in my keys.

Once again, I know this is what I am supposed to do. It's an incredible feeling. I'm still terrified of how we're going to make ends meet, but I know that we will. This has been an amazing lesson in taking life one step at a time. After all, it's all any of us can do—use the moments we have. I'm reflecting on this with each box I pack. It will all get done, one box at a time. One moment at a time.
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