Today was a heck of a day. We had to get what was left of our personal items out of the garage before we close on the sale of our house tomorrow morning.
When Lee and I arrived last night from Georgia, the task seemed very doable. After all, we had all day to do it. When we woke up this morning, it felt quite overwhelming.
But God delivered. After posting on a neighborhood website that everything must go, we had several people from in and around the community show up and help. One woman took a literal truck load of items, and it was such a blessing to give all these items away.
I think the microcosm of the lesson God had me learn through all this was evident with the collection of Coca Cola commemorative 6-packs I had, some for decades. When we first started the downsizing process, I thought I’d make a pretty penny off that collection. As time passed and no offers came in, I figured I’d try selling them at a later date. Today, I just had to laugh as I saw a complete stranger walk off with all of them for free. The thing is, he was doing me a favor. Also, He was doing me a favor by reminding me to stop focusing on stuff and keep focusing on Him.
We were in need and the Lord delivered a solution. We marched all night, and the Lord delivered victory. And you just can’t put a pricetag on that.
So Joshua came upon them suddenly by marching all night from Gilgal. Joshua 10:9 NASB
Our prayer is to move to the Dominican Republic on July 1. As of right now, everything is on track for us to meet that date. As a result, Lee and I begin the packing process in earnest. From sorting among piles for store, ship, donate, and trash, we began getting everything in order for this next chapter in our lives.
It’s getting more and more real every day. #YayGod
It’s been a great week since Lee and I moved (temporarily) to Hahira, Georgia. It’s also been a busy week filled with unpacking, sorting, organizing, trashing, analyzing, re-sorting, and resting. Lee and I have basically everything we own in one tiny space, and every day has been an exercise in trying to make it all work while we live in this interim experience. Needless to say, the daily blogging has fallen by the wayside.
So in an act of self-aware rule breaking, I am using the post to cover our first week here in south Georgia. I hope to get my schedule back on track going forward.
It’s a good thing I’m not Irish because this St. Patty’s Day came and went without so much as a horrible Irish accent being attempted. No beer was had, no green was worn.
While Lee spent the day cleaning, I spent most of the day packing our sixteen-foot moving truck. As I did at the end of February, I had to go into full Tetris mode to get basically everything we own into the truck. Thankfully, we have no more furniture, so all we’ve packed are our clothes, household items, electronics, artwork, etc. to take to Georgia for sorting and storing. It’s a blessing to have friends who will open their home to us and allow us to use their property as storage-central while Lee and I are on mission.
But seriously, how did we end up with so much stuff?
Our realtor came by today to take pictures of the house. As a result, we had to have all the rooms cleared out for the photos. Now that he’s gone, there’s a surreal emptiness in our home.
Lee and I are really excited to move to the D.R. and start this new chapter in our lives, but there’s something nostalgically sad about leaving this house in which so many memories were made. Each vacant room is a reminder of a time in which we saw my kids grow and mature, my relationship with my mother-in-law flourish and strengthen, and my wife and I create memory upon memory with our family and friends.
I am going to miss this house, but I know it was a blessing from God and He’s asking us to give it back so He can bless us some more. Still, it’s not entirely easy, and I find myself shedding a tear as the reality of this chapter closing continues to set in.