Letting Go

I have to admit, I can get really attached to certain possessions. I remember when I traded in my first car. It was a red jeep Cherokee. The AC hardly worked, it drove like a horse drawn carriage, and there was no CD player. But yet, I was really sad to get rid of it. I had so many great memories in that car. After trading it in, I remember noticing other Cherokees on the highway and thinking to myself, 'are they driving MY car?' I find myself feeling that way about our house that is now on the market. The first moment of tears occured when the Realtor told me to write something nice on the kitchen chalkboard, like "Home sweet home." I laughed at the idea of a subliminal message to prospective buyers. But, after I wrote it, I looked at it and teared up. I tear up just typing this. This was a sweet home. So many sweet memories happened here. I remember God provided it at just the right time, when Finley was only 2 months old. We were in a one bedroom apartment, saving and saving for a down payment. Things had been so tight for the first 6 years of our marriage, buying a house felt like an impossibility. I remember walking in it for the first time, with Finley in the Baby Byron. It seemed so nice, spacious, and really beautiful. I didn't think we could possibly afford it, but it was fun to dream. We prayed about it, and God provided the money. We moved in the day that our lease ended at the apartments.


Days before we moved in, Ted and I sat in the empty house and prayed that our family would be blessed by this place, and God really answered. He knew what I needed more than I knew myself. He knew it wasn't about the house really, but He placed me into a neighborhood of people who would love my kids, support me on rough days, and make the place feel like home. We have a special family here, which is extremely tough to leave.

It's funny how much you appreciate something as soon as you are asked to give it up. I'm realizing how much God has given us here, and everyday seems to be a day of letting go. I'm thankful though. Thankful that we are leaving a place that we love. I'm thankful that we have great friends and family relationships here. I'm thankful because God continues to leave His fingerprints on our journey. Thankful for peaceful goodbyes and great memories. God has been soooo good!