We are getting ready to move. I thought I would be fine and ready to go, but as I pack up our things I can't help but think over the last 5 years of living here. It was just Jonah and me then...scraping every penny just to buy this place. It was totally a wreck, with no working bathroom except the toilet upstairs. I chuckle to myself about our guests who stayed with us before anything was done and must have thought we were crazy.
We have labored here. I think back on the hours of wallpaper removal that was done here by Paula, Kaydi, Kaylene & me. The Henshaw's who scraped floors. The Doty's who put down our carpet. and Jonah who made over this house just for me.
I think of bringing our babies home here. Rocking endless hours in their rooms. Thousands of trips up and down the stairs. I am so much more sentimental about this old house then I ever thought I would be. It is hard to move on to more uncertain living arraingements. Will it ever feel like home again?
I am putting on my brave face for my kids to see and pushing ahead. Dreams of a future house in front of us. Only God can get us there. In someways we are back to where we started when we first bought this house. Stretched...uncomfortable...good place to be for growth and character. Our family is strong. We are more then this house.
