A young woman I only know in name is facing surgery for ovarian cancer tomorrow. Her name is Megan.
She is 26 years old.
She is 26 years old.
It's only been on the market for less than a week and already this has been a roller coaster of emotions. One the one hand it is so exciting to think about our family in the new house, how we might function a little more smoothly with extra space, having a little more privacy around our house, and Mike having a shorter commute to work to name a few things.
On the other hand, our current home is the only home my children have known, the home where all our babies have been loved and nurtured into toddlerhood and beyond, the home that we love after many years of elbow grease, sweat, hate, tears, and $$$. This home holds our memories.
Half of the time, I find myself wishing that someone would just come along and snatch up this gem so we can move on. The other half, I find myself thinking about all the "negatives" others have brought up to us moving...farther from church and summer garden, farther from free and paid babysitters, farther for grandparents to visit, etc. I am a people pleaser at times and I hate to disappoint others. It makes me think we are making a poor decision.
And yet, I know that Mike and I made a decision based on what is best for our family, we've considered all those "negatives", and still felt a peace from the Lord to pursue this new house. The new house is a little over 15 minutes from our current home. We're not moving across the country! When I eliminate all those voices, my soul is at peace. I'm not anxious. Stressed and chaotic at times...yes. Not anxious. I am confident the Lord will work out all the details if this sale and purchase is in His will.