Most of you probably know by now that we are moving to California. I accepted a job in Folsom, CA, and I’ll be starting on May 19. That’s coming up fast. So fast in fact that we are moving next week. I knew this was coming, but now that it’s here, my last week in Michigan is proving harder than I was expecting.
Every time I do something this week, I’m reminded of the fact that it is the last time I’ve done it. Tonight I watch West Wing and House at Austin’s house for the last time. I took the garbage out for likely the last time (though I’ll probably take it out next week). Tonight will be the last time I sleep in my house on a Monday night. And the list goes on. Each day will bring yet more things that will take place for the last time as things wind down here in Michigan.
We have our moving itinerary all set up. Eleven hours the first day, twelve the next, and nine after that. Three days of driving is daunting enough, and we still have to pack. And on top of all of that, we have no idea of knowing when our house will sell. We’ve had nearly 200 views on our listing’s website, and we’ve had more than 30 fliers taken from in front of our house. I’ve taken three phone calls, and talked to a guy today who wanted to know if we’d lease it ( a big NO). But with all of this, we’ve only had one showing. It’s hard to be excited about moving when I know that there is this giant weight still hanging around our necks.
Plus, having owned my own home for four years now, and despite my occasional disdain for our 1947 Colonial, going back to renting feels like a huge step backward. But the housing prices in California make it nearly impossible for us to buy a house right away, and maybe even for several years after that.
Though I know that God will take care of us, and that all things and situations can yield fruit for the Kingdom, I still struggle daily with knowing that we are making the right decision. We’re giving up so much, for a job. But, the doors for this job seemed to open up one after another, and in that I see what is likely a divine blessing. Who knows what things we have ahead of us? Who knows what things we may be able to teach, learn, and contribute to the people we’ll meet out there?
I don’t handle change well, and this is about the biggest change I have ever experienced. I have to remind myself almost continually of what so many people have told me, that God is in control, and that we have but to trust him to take care of us no matter where we are, or what we are doing.
Thus I endeth, the last Monday night post written as a resident of the Great State of Michigan.
