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A Mantra For Surviving Your Next Move

So we’re moving. Not far, just a mile or two down the road. But a move is a move. And in the throws of moving, of packing, of throwing away, of purging, and of wondering where we’ll put our stuff for the weeks between leases, I have found myself more stressed out then I had anticipated.

This is a move I wanted. We were ready to find a cheaper rental option, we wanted to live closer to our work places, we loved the idea of this move.

My cup overfloweth. That’s what I wrote on my kitchen white board the day I got the email confirming this move. God has given us much. Our boundary lines have fallen in pleasant places. It was all rejoicing.

That was in February. The moving date was six months out. All the projects that were to happen to get us to that point had a rosy glow over them.

Here we are now, 8 days from moving out of our current rental into the next and I am losing some of the glow.

We are downsizing. Significantly. Though I am excited about the minimalistic lifestyle (and have nine reasons to be doing so) – the ever growing piles in my living room of things looking for new homes is daunting. It seems impossibly difficult to know how to know how much will fit in our new home. I am wondering what life will look like without my own washer and dryer, and getting used to the idea of doing dishes by hand. And on top of it all. the plumbing in the apartment was delayed, and we are looking at a week or two between the end of our current lease and the completion of the new home.IMG_4605IMG_4602IMG_4608IMG_4603

Stress would be an easy reaction to this situation. Stress along with anxiety, worry, and grumbling.

But I’m not about the easy. Or at least, I don’t want to be about the easy. There are other options I have to deal with stressful circumstances. I’d rather choose other reactions:

Trust.

Patience.

Rejoice.

Gratitude.

Because at the end of the day (or at least at the end of next month) we’ll be settled (or at least mostly settled) in our new home. And no amounts of stress, worry, or grumbling will get me there any faster. So wouldn’t I rather choose to trust patiently and with joyful thanksgiving as I walk through this next transition? Wouldn’t I rather look back and have memories of another crazy adventure instead of a trail of crabby misery? Wouldn’t I rather open my hands and receive whatever it is that God has in store for us in this season rather than keep them closed and muscle through.

Trust.

Patience.

Rejoice.

Gratitude.

It is my mantra for these crazy next weeks.

Perhaps it is also a fitting mantra for this wild ride called life.

Because there are times that are much more stressful than moving. There are disasters that happen that can’t even be compared to having to live between leases. There is hurt and pain and devastation in this world greater than anything I’ve come up against. But when they do happen I have a choice. I get to choose my reaction.

Trust.

Patience.

Rejoice.

Gratitude.

When hard times hit this is what I want to have been choosing all along.

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    Amanda
    July 25, 2015 at 2:40 am

    This is beautiful! You can do it 🙂

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