Moving On

The thought of my dream home excites me.  Don’t get me wrong.  The home that I am currently living in is a dream for me.  It took a LOT for me to get in it.  The process was long.  And grueling.  So much so, that I just knew that I would not ever want to buy another home.  Enough time has passed that I’m over that.  But even if I was offered a bigger home, I would dread one thing….moving.

When I worked for my travel therapy company, I would move every nine months.  I only took assignments in school districts.  That was enough time in one place for me.  One of the big detractors to taking more assignments was the moving.  It just was not my thing. 

Since I moved so often, I had it down to a science.  My entire life fit into ten boxes.  If it didn’t fit into those boxes, I clearly didn’t need it.  As moving time approached, I would go through my apartment and declutter.  I would throw away all the things that I was holding on to that just weren’t needed.  I did not want to carry anything extra with me.  Those boxes got heavy quickly, and I knew that it was up to me and my free moving crew (my family) to move those boxes.  I was doing us all a favor.

At this point in my life, I’m certain that God wants to move me to another level spiritually.  But in order to move, I need to go through my inventory.  I need to evaluate where I am in faith journey.  As I go through my inventory, I have to assess which parts need to come with me and which parts should remain behind.  Like, I need to pack up my peace and leave my discontent behind.  Patience most definitely needs to come.  While my judgmental tendencies can get thrown in the dumpster.  They’ll make the moving boxes heavier.  It will require more strength to get to the next place in my life if I’m lugging all the bad things along with me.

When I was a teenager, I wanted to move into deeper intimacy with Christ.  I would pray to be closer to Him.  I would tell Him that He could test me and trust me.  I would tell Him that He could try me.  I was certain that I could make it through.  I….WAS….A….FOOL.  I did not truly realize what I was asking for.  My understanding of moving to the next level was limited.  I kept on living and saw for myself what new levels required.

Honestly, it’s not that I despise moving.  I like the upgrades.  I just despise sorting through my belongings and letting go of items that I have deemed valuable.  I have a hard time letting go of items that really have carried me through.  As much as I know that I need to get rid of being judgmental, it feels safe and familiar to me.   Nevertheless, it is time to get my moving party started.  God is requiring more of me.  My preparation can make this move easier or harder on myself and everyone else around me.  Guess, I better get on it.  #wepreach