Moving is hard.
The past 3 weeks I’ve devoted every single spare second to writing support letters, packing boxes, taking pictures off of walls, and slowly saying goodbye to my first home with my husband. Two nights ago I cried on Wayne’s shoulder as I realized that although I love traveling, I have always hated moving. When I was 4 we moved from Charlotte to Lenoir and I hated every second of it, and hated the new place until I was 12. I have been many places, but I’ve always had a place to come back “home” to. I’ve never taken everything, literally everything, put it in a box that I might not ever open again, and planned how to live life without a home to come back to. It’s scary. It’s hard. It’s also…Exciting. Rewarding. Worth it.
God rewards.
I have started taking extra time to read the Word in the mornings, and God is showing me His faithfulness, and where I need to change my heart. I opened our support account two days ago and saw that we had received our FIRST online donation from the support letters. I almost jumped off the couch (I definitely squealed!)
PRAISE THE LORD! No matter how much Satan tried to get inside my head, tell me I’m comfortable where I am, and make me wonder if this is right, God consistently and daily shows me and Wayne both that this is the plan He has for us.
I am thankful He knows that we need to see that, and that He cares enough about us to never leave us or forsake us.
God is the best.
