"Hello! It's me. Jenny Barker. Remember? It's been a long time since you've heard from me, hasn't it? Somehow, I miraculously found my way out from underneath the boxes to drop in and say hi. I only have a few minutes since the boxes and the packing and the cleaning and the organizing and the laundry and the sorting and the situating and all the other things I need to do are calling my name, but I didn't want to miss the chance to say hello and catch up for a bit."
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Seriously, life is full. Crazy full. We went from long, quiet, prayerful months seeking God for the next step in our journey and looking for a new place to call home, to non-stop, stress-filled, physically-exhausting weeks of moving into that new home. I don't think I've forgotten how hectic moving can be since I've done it many times before and I know the experience well, but knowing and remembering are different from currently-experiencing and we are definitely currently-experiencing and our days are crazy-busy.
We closed on our new home about a month ago and have taken the last few weeks to do several different projects before we move in. Projects like painting the whole house, sealing the grout in the baths, painting the garage and its floor, sealing the deck, hanging drapes, installing blinds, as well as moving things over bit by bit, organizing and arranging as we go. The home we're currently living in is looking pretty rough, like the ghetto our kids say. It's become an empty, unkempt, dirty shell of a home as all the things that made it comfortable and cozy are being packed up and moved out. My son's sleeping on a mattress on the floor since we sold his bed and his new bed waits for him at the other house. My daughter cleaned out her room, threw her old dresser to the curb, and is currently living out of messy piles of clothes on the floor while her new dresser, just down the street, has clothes tucked away neatly in its drawers. Our kitchen table is down to one chair since the other three are circling our new table at the other house. Full and empty boxes are scattered everywhere and the place is just a total mess. We've given away a ton, sold a few things, moved the excess into storage, and made a place for the rest in our new space. The movers come Friday to get the furniture and whatever else is left and in four short days, we'll be sleeping under a new roof surrounded by unfamiliar walls that have yet to speak but will soon have many stories to tell.
My heart is full though honestly I'm physically running on empty. I'm so very tired and almost every muscle in me aches. Yet, it's the good kind of pain... the kind that comes from change and hard work and from having your life stretched and tweaked by a God who is faithful, present, and good. We've had our moments where tensions have run thick, where all the hands on deck have grown weary and irritable and we've wondered what on earth we're doing, but, all in all, we're living well and we're full of hope for this new season. As always, God is using this time to draw us closer to him and to teach us more about himself. He's providing and caring for us, exposing where we've yet to trust and depend on him, and he's continually ever-healing our hearts. It's all good.
I'm looking forward to getting settled, snuggling in tight in our new home, and creating a warm and inviting, nurturing environment for our family. Me and this new house are slowly and gracefully becoming dear friends and I have great hope that many beautiful seasons of life await us under her roof and within her walls.
There's more to come as we continue moving on...