That title is a joke. Micah just yelled that from the kitchen as we are packing up our apartment. But this post is meant to be less funny and more of a confession. I have to be honest. I HATE moving. I know no one likes moving, but I think I hate it more than the average person. This probably stems from my incredible lack of upper body strength and my horrible furniture carrying skills. I am uncoordinated and weak which results in either being made fun as I struggle with a moderately sized box or arguing with Micah as he carries the weight of a king sized mattress on his back as I watch helplessly. Another thing I really don't like about moving is when it feels really rushed and disorganized and falls during a really busy season of life, like right now. I won't go into details but between family stuff, visitors, and the dreaded last month of the semester, I don't know if I could pick a less opportune time to move. However, that is not the confession. The confession is that my attitude about this whole moving ordeal has been horrible. Terrible. I am overwhelmed, easily irritated, impatient and controlling. I wanted Micah to take most of the responsibility for the physical moving part of the move, which he has, but I think in my heart I wanted him to do it exactly as I would have so I find myself snapping at him about not getting enough boxes or not planning ahead. I also dislike the feeling that my life is out of control and chaotic, so I act like an entitled brat about it instead of just resting in God's grace in the temporary mess that is my home. Holy Spirit, enter in. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a day where I will find my joy in Christ and not in how my boxes are packed. Tomorrow is the day I will thank God for a new, bigger, cleaner, prettier home instead of being resentful about the chaos that sometimes comes with blessing. Micah is now sleeping soundly next to me, but before he fell asleep he reminded me of all the reasons this move is WAY better than our move down to Arizona last summer. Last July, we pulled an all-nighter packing a Budget truck just two days after our honeymoon in order to get to AZ on time to start our new jobs. We had no place to live when we arrived and knew almost no one in the city. An hour before we left Seattle, we ate breakfast with our families, opened all our wedding gifts, tossed them into the back of the truck, hugged everyone goodbye, and set off into the great unknown. This move looks a little different... We don't have to make a million returns to Macy's over the next few weeks. We don't have to combine all our stuff together for the first time. We actually have dressers. And a kitchen table for that matter. We have more storage than we need at our new place. We are moving twenty minutes away instead of taking a two day journey. We know where we are going to live next week. We aren't changing jobs. We don't have to find a new church or new friends. Micah is right; we are blessed. I hope I wake up in the morning remembering that as I wait for our new washer and dryer to be delivered at 8am. xoxo, Jen ... Read more
