I get a pit in my stomach just thinking about it. We have 22 days left in Champaign.
We have grown up here.
We have doubled our family here.
We have become parents here.
We have made great, great GREAT friends here.
We have spent 4 years with a special class of students here.
We have made lots of memories (and lots of mistakes) here.
We have learned SO much here.
We have LOVED it here.
We came here expecting it to be a “pit stop” in our journey of life... and instead found ourselves putting down roots. It’s going to be hard to leave.
People keep asking, “Are you ready to move?”
Physically am I ready? NO- we have so much packing to do!
Emotionally am I ready? NO- I love it here.
But am I ready? In some strange way , I feel like the Lord is making me ready. It’s not going to be easy, but I feel a peace which surpasses all understanding preparing me for what is to come.
We got some books for Ellie from the library about moving. As I read them to her, I could feel my stomach begin to turn. Ugh, it just hurts my heart to think about leaving. I can tell she was really thinking as I read 5 or 6 books to her about moving/a new house. She was picking up on the theme. She was so focused she forgot to eat her snack in front of her (unusual!). We were talking about our new house and I told her “Ellie is going to move to a new house”
She responded “Daddy move to a new house?”
“Mommy move to a new house?”
“Josie move to a new house?”
Thank you Lord for some helpful perspective- through the mouth of my 2 year old.