One of the
most stressful experiences ever... so they say
about this house moving ordeal.
But I’ve done
it 20 times before… So why is
this time so hard?
I’d said my
goodbyes well, cried and
prayed through it all
Packed my
life into umpteen boxes, even read
about handling transition.
Moving day
came and the boxes were loaded. Furniture covered to keep off rain.
As a team
family we drove in convoy to
our new homes. Anticipation. Trepidation.
Let’s hope
it’s temporary!" we said.
In we went,
finding the house swept clean
But the
kitchen ceiling on the floor.
My heart
sank as I mentally listed
All the
issues I had to get fixed
This would
be no easy unpacking
No hitting
the ground running.
"I can't do this", I cried
I'm not the living alone kind."
I was thankful for friends and their help
But dreaded the goodbyes to come.
Workmen
came and went
It got worse
and then better,
Then worse,
then better
I wonder
what the new normal is.
sniping at our heels
My emotions tooks a battering
I'm so grateful for team
A family who will stay
I know I am
flexible, I usually adapt well.
But I left a full schedule of work and fun
To knowing
no-one and living alone…
and this time for the long haul.
Whom do I trust?
And how do I talk?
Where do I
buy shelves; and when will this end?
It's just the beginning, I remind myself. Another beginning.
And Father who was Lord in Ubon, He is still Lord in Sangkha.
When He calls me to do hard things, He supplies the strength.
When my heart is fearful and shaky, His love is steadfast.
Nope, I definitely can't do this on my own.
Not I but Christ within me, the hope of glory.
Not I but Christ within me, the hope of glory.
Neither can I do it as the Nam I was before.
I need Him much more than ever before.
I need to go deeper. To seek harder.
I need to go deeper. To seek harder.
To find who He wants me to be, in this new beginning.
