We are moving. I’m still struggling to grasp that fact. I knew this time would come. The time when the Marine Corps would move us away to another area. I know. Duh, Lydia! That’s the military! But, you see, we’ve actually been pretty
lucky blessed to have not had to move yet. Crazy, I know! In my husband’s almost nine years in the military, this will be our first official move. We have been truly blessed.
We have been getting advice from my friend who recently moved to the gorgeous founders village in CO on all the things we need to remember when moving, things she forgot to do and things she wished she had done to make it easier. She has been very helpful. No matter how hectic our move is I always think that at least we aren’t moving countries! Another one of my friends moved to the UK a few years back to start a new business. They told us how half of their stuff got lost, how it took ages to adjust to UK life, how they had to apply for a Entrepreneur visa now they’re having to apply for a Entrepreneur visa extension and so much more… So whenever I think about how stressed I am, I remember them and feel much better!
Anyway, I’m getting off track. It’s amazing how much you realize you love a place after you are told you’re going to be leaving. For the past couple of years, I had been scrambling and praying for us to be moved somewhere else, and now I’m practically clawing to stay. But, it’s not the area that I’m going to miss. I can honestly say good riddance to the area itself. It’s the people. It’s our church. In the last year, we started attending a new church and fell in love with all the people there! We made wonderful friendships; friendships that are going to last, for sure. These people, this church reached in and helped us so much when I was in the deep throes of postpartum depression. I owe so much gratitude to them! They are what made us feel at home.
Home. I look around at our beautiful house that we turned into a home for our family. I had so many dreams, so many ideas for what I wanted to do with this house. I’ve only been able to accomplish a few of those. Now, we’re in the process of getting our house ready to sell. Even though our family is starting to burst its seams, I don’t want to sell this home. This was our very first house we ever bought. Our family grew from three to five in this house. We have so many memories here. It’s amazing how much a building can become a part of you. I’ll never forget the many talks with God I’ve had on our back deck. The feel of the carpet under my hands and knees on those agonizing nights of depression and anxiety. The smell of newly cut grass after mowing our nearly one acre of land. I’m going to miss these things.
I knew this time was coming, but I sat in denial about it for a while. I know I should be thankful, and I’m learning to be thankful. We are at least staying in the country. That was our biggest concern. We prayed that the Marine Corps wouldn’t move us outside of the country, and they didn’t. I am thankful. God also worked in miraculous ways, even through this whole PCS situation. We originally were supposed to be moved this month. But, we barely had time to get our house ready, and we didn’t feel ready to leave our church and the singles ministry God had us with. So, we prayed. We prayed fervently. By a divine act of the Lord, my husband got extended at his current job and was accepted to a training course that will allow us to stay until the Fall. God is good!
We are now in the process of feverishly getting our house ready to sell. I know there will be a lot of tears when we drive away from our first bought home. So many memories. Driving away from here is going to be so incredibly hard. I feel like I’m getting a double whammy with moving this year, because my parents are also moving. They are selling my childhood home. The boys and I had recently visited my parents and driving away from that home was so depressing. Knowing that that would be the last time I’d see my childhood home was a sobering thought.
I’m trying to think positively about this move! But, it’s really difficult for this East Coast girl to think about life on the West Coast. Oh, didn’t I say it already? We’re moving to California! I’m feeling anxious because this is our first military move and when we get there, it will be the first time living on base (which I’m actually kind of excited about). There’s just a lot of things going into this that I’m having to set aside my feelings about. I’m not looking forward to being on the opposite side of the Country from all family. I’m not looking forward to leaving our church and the people we have fallen in love with. I’m not looking forward to traveling so far with a newborn, two toddlers, and a pre-schooler. Oh boy! That’s going to be fun.
BUT! I have to say but, because this move is not about me. It’s about what God is doing. God has already said in His Word that His plans are for good and not for evil. I have to trust Him. I have to take Him at His Word! I love when verses say “But God.” This is a “but God” moment. But God has a plan! But God will provide! But God will take care of us! But God knows what He’s doing! But God already has best friends in California waiting for us. I can not wait to be united with our friends we have there! Granted, they’ll be several hours away, but we’ll make it work! But God is already sending people I know to the very same base that we’re headed to. God is good all the time!
We are moving . . . but God . . .