Moving on

Well, I really meant to post about this weeks ago, but alas, life gets in the way. Anyone who knows me already knows that we are in the middle of moving. Trevor has accepted a job as the Facilities Manager at our old church....we're going "home." I know that "home" is supposed to create all sorts of warm feelings & that people always look forward to "home" but the thing is that "home" to me is right here. We have been here 10 years. We had our kids here, the best friends anyone could ask for are here, a school my kids adore, a great church, a home I could grow old in & the world's most perfect climbing tree right out our back door. Admittedly it's after midnight & I am feeling a bit melancholy but sympathize with me here...I'm coming off of a wonderfully planned "good-bye open house" that our Pointe Group threw for us & that was attended by most of the people I have come to love & adore over the past 10 years. Trev leaves directly from the party so he can be get a good nights sleep for work tomorrow, I bring the kids home and put them to bed then proceed to read all the sappy cards we got from the party. I follow that by watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 (including the deleted scenes & gag reel)... Kind of a recipe for depression. In my head I say "It's only an hour and a half away", "It's a good move for us", "there will be a lot of ministry opportunities"...on & on, but at this moment I just feel sadness & loss. Let's pray tonights sleep will bring tomorrows hope.
If you read this, say a prayer for me. Pray that my heart would be at peace, that I would feel secure in the relationships I have built here that suddenly feel so fragile, that I would have the confidence to forge new ones, that Caleb & Moriah would adjust well, that Trevor would feel my support, love his new job, be good at it and that our house would sell quickly.
Thanks for caring enough to read to the bottom... good night!