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suitcases and survival

"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he-she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."  Maya Angelou

Today has been a productive day.  Packing up more of the house was so much easier knowing it was raining outside.  We were even fortunate to move some of our boxes inbetween rain showers.  We couldn't move them into the new house, yet, so we relocated them to the school room until we get our certificate of occupancy.  It could be awhile.
That being said, we are in the final week of living in our current home.  By this time next Saturday a new family will be settling in and making memories here.  We moved here in the fall of 2006, when the boys were 2 & 3 years old.  I remember how excited we were to move here...all the room, the woods, the large yard.  A mama's dream come true to see the boys have room to run and play and grow.
I remember, though, the hurt of leaving our home then...the place where we crossed the threshold for the first time as parents....the boys' first steps taken...first words spoken.  It did not take long for us to begin making new memories and enjoying our new home, however.
It's not as difficult for me to let go this time.  Different place in life, different circumstances, new home awaiting us in the {near} future.  The boys are having a little more trouble with it, though.  We are working through it one day at a time.  Our month of June is so busy with work, travel, and a mission trip, it will be wonderful to settle down and settle in to our new home in July.
Until then, we will live out of suitcases.
In our little cabin in the woods.
And we will survive.
God is good!

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