I’m moving soon. Like 8 days soon. Whew.
I could gush to you about my awesome creative husband who builds beautiful houses which we enjoy for a few years before selling, only to start the whole crazy process over again. But that’s not the thrust of why my move has made it to this blog so I won’t go into the whole back story.
I will say I am totally on board with the overall picture of our goals in this build, move-in, sell, move-out routine.
But there are days I want to sit on my living room floor and cry.
Days that I don’t want to pack another box.
Days I am filled with sadness that I will soon walk out the front door of this home for the last time.
But then I am overwhelmed with my selfishness.
I have the opportunity to live in beautiful homes. I get to redecorate every few years. I will never fear becoming a pack-rat because I have learned the art of donating and tossing. I have the blessing of being reminded of my over-abundance as I box up my clothes and bubble-wrap my photo frames. And yet, I let these feelings of “whoa-is-me” sneak in.
It is so yucky. Seriously yucky. I cannot let myself go down that road of I-have-to-pack-up-all-my-stuff-again-self-pity. Blech.
I need to be reminded of the many people in this world who live in places like this.
and this.
And when I think of of this home that Corey helped build in Haiti for Alix’s family last spring, I am shamed by my selfishness.
Psalm 119: 36 Turn my heart toward your statutes and not toward selfish gain. 37 Turn my eyes away from worthless things; preserve my life according to your word.
I am thankful that God has blessed me with the opportunity to see poverty first hand. And I am even more thankful that he has given mom and me this ministry that helps me keep from focusing my eyes on worthless things. It is when I get my perspective right and focus on things that really matter that I can get up out of the pit of self-pity and be thankful for the road God has me on. Even though the house number and street name change every few years.
Lord, please help to live in such a way that I am always aware of just how much my blessings outweigh my inconveniences. Amen.
Well said. Love the Psalm you chose. Or, more aptly, the Psalm God gave you. Praying for you, friend!
Thanks Cinnamon. There is always a bizarre range of emotions that goes along with moving, but I get so frustrated with the yucky ones.