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Moving Day
Published: 7/6/2010 2:11:23 PM


We are moving…again.  I have moved a number of times in my life.  It’s a pain having to deal with all the piles of junk we have so conveniently ignored for years.  It’s a chore to clean and pack and weed out all the things you don’t need or want anymore.  It’s heartbreaking not to be able to keep some of the things that simply won’t move well or fit in the new place.


With any move, there is a bit of excitement and a bit of hesitation -- excitement for the new life ahead and hesitation not knowing how things will go in this new life.  This time, however, we are moving with two kids.  This time, it isn’t just our lives that are changing.  This time, our move is directly impacting the lives of our girls, who have really only ever known life in this house.


I worry about how the girls will handle the move.  What will they think of their entire lives going in a box?  Will they resent us for moving them away from their friends?  Will they adjust to a very different lifestyle in a big city?


I’ve spent a lot of time considering their needs. I’ve made sure to explain what’s going on and include them in the packing process. I’ve encouraged them to express their thoughts on the move. I’ve even catered to their desires when it comes to what we will do when we get to our new city and where we will stay on our way there.  I’m bending over backwards to ensure they have the smoothest transition possible.


I’m realizing, however, that my work is in vain.  As the move unfolds, the kids seem to be doing just fine.  They don’t seem to share my concern on their behalf, and they don’t seem to require the extensive catering I want to provide. Instead of displaying signs of life crumbling around them as their last things were packed, they simply played -- not with toys, as we would define “toys” -- but with the boxes that are holding their toys.  They are coloring pictures on the boxes, tracing the letters printed on them, playing dodge box, making forts, and using boxes as drums. Actually, they’re having a ball!


It is beginning to dawn on me that I just might be projecting my fear of our changing life on to my kids.  I have been so preoccupied with worrying about their transition that I’ve ignored the fact that the problem might not be with them, but with me.  It’s like the saying, “When mom is cold, the kids put coats on.” The kids aren’t cold -- I am.  I’m the one struggling with my whole life being shoved into boxes.  I’m the one concerned about the adjustment to a very different lifestyle.


As the kids played with boxes, I realized they will be fine.  Their needs are being met.  They have their parents, food, and shelter…even if the location of these things changes.  They trust mom and dad.  They don’t need to have everything figured out.  They don’t need to know every detail of our trip.  They just need to know that mom and dad are taking care of everything.


The girls have reminded me what it is like to have faith like a child -- to simply trust without making yourself sick trying to control everything.  The girls reminded me that I will be just fine, too.  I have a Heavenly Father who takes care of every detail of my life.  He is trustworthy!  He has taken great care of me all my life and through the sacrifice of His Son’s life has saved me from sin.  What more do I need?


What a relief it is that I can step into the future, not knowing all the details, and simply trust that God will provide all we need.  We can have faith like a child because God has everything under control.

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