Moving Sucks
Posted by Chris
We had some young adults over this past Saturday night. One of them asked me, "So, are you ready for the move?" I replied: "I'm ready for the new work that God has us doing there. I'm not ready for the move. I'm not ready for the leaving. I'm not ready for the starting over." The truth is - if God wasn't all over this deal we wouldn't be moving. Period.
Moving is a pain. It hasn't been long enough since our last move for me to forget that little fact. We have been exhausted over the last couple of months. First we did those odd jobs around the house that we've been meaning to do for the last three years and we just now are motivated enough to actually get them done (because we're having to sell our house). Then there's the cleaning, and the keeping clean, so you can show your house to potential sellers at the drop of a hat.
Now that we have a contract on the house, it's the "leave for most of the day" so a housing inspector can do a thorough evaluation on what works/doesn't work like it should (and stressing a little about the potential of how much repairs are going to cost us out of pocket, right around Christmas and two birthdays (Micah (Jan 17) & Andrea (Jan 18), with Josiah closely behind (Feb 2)).
It's making phone calls & meeting with potential movers to try & get accurate quotes on what $ it is going to take to get us out of this house & into our new one in GA. It's signing, initialing, dating, receiving, faxing, negotiating - house offers, mortgage pre-qualifications, loan agreements, inspection notices.
It's having to figure out how I'm going to be in two places at once come mid-January - beginning my job with GiANT, but being around some to finish up packing/loose ends, and then closing here one day & in Atlanta the next.
It's hating leaving friends and watching your children have to do the same. It's praying like crazy that God brings us those "one good friends" early on to make the move less difficult.
It's figuring out which roads to taking, knowing full well that you'll get lost several times in the process (I remember getting lost in East Nashville at least twice in the first several months we moved here). It's finding the grocery store, good restaurants, doctors/dentists/optometrists, hairdressers, etc.
Moving sucks. But God is good - He has either worked out every detail thus far, or giving us strength to persevere through them. The truth is that God is all over this decision and somehow that makes the things above a little more bearable - painful, all the same, but bearable.
UPDATE: Just realized that I was plagiarizing myself. Seems I blogged on this very subject back in June 2004 :-)
Moving is a pain. It hasn't been long enough since our last move for me to forget that little fact. We have been exhausted over the last couple of months. First we did those odd jobs around the house that we've been meaning to do for the last three years and we just now are motivated enough to actually get them done (because we're having to sell our house). Then there's the cleaning, and the keeping clean, so you can show your house to potential sellers at the drop of a hat.
Now that we have a contract on the house, it's the "leave for most of the day" so a housing inspector can do a thorough evaluation on what works/doesn't work like it should (and stressing a little about the potential of how much repairs are going to cost us out of pocket, right around Christmas and two birthdays (Micah (Jan 17) & Andrea (Jan 18), with Josiah closely behind (Feb 2)).
It's making phone calls & meeting with potential movers to try & get accurate quotes on what $ it is going to take to get us out of this house & into our new one in GA. It's signing, initialing, dating, receiving, faxing, negotiating - house offers, mortgage pre-qualifications, loan agreements, inspection notices.
It's having to figure out how I'm going to be in two places at once come mid-January - beginning my job with GiANT, but being around some to finish up packing/loose ends, and then closing here one day & in Atlanta the next.
It's hating leaving friends and watching your children have to do the same. It's praying like crazy that God brings us those "one good friends" early on to make the move less difficult.
It's figuring out which roads to taking, knowing full well that you'll get lost several times in the process (I remember getting lost in East Nashville at least twice in the first several months we moved here). It's finding the grocery store, good restaurants, doctors/dentists/optometrists, hairdressers, etc.
Moving sucks. But God is good - He has either worked out every detail thus far, or giving us strength to persevere through them. The truth is that God is all over this decision and somehow that makes the things above a little more bearable - painful, all the same, but bearable.
UPDATE: Just realized that I was plagiarizing myself. Seems I blogged on this very subject back in June 2004 :-)
Comments
So, Chris, will you sue yourself for plagiarism. Might be a good way to earn some extra money for these expenses (especially with legal fees if you represent yourself).
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on Dec 20, 2007 at 11:04 AM
Actually, I’ve come to realize that it has less to do with what I say as much as the lack of remembering what I’ve already said. I’m getting old.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on Dec 20, 2007 at 02:07 PM