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I try to keep my priorities in order: Jesus, my Andy, our children, everything else. I homeschool our boys, love to read almost all written words and have been challenged by the military life for 18 years. Right now my faulty human body is demanding a lot of attention. One day at a time, learning as much as possible every day and remembering to look for JOY when other things threaten to overwhelm.

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"For the Lord gives wisdom. From His mouth come knowledge and understanding." Proverbs 2:6 NKJV
The Message translation puts it this way "God gives out Wisdom free, is plainspoken in Knowledge and Understanding."


Monday, October 03, 2011

32

In the middle of cleaning the walls and wiping out the cabinets I had to stop for a minute and breathe. Where better to take a break then the place I can best be myself?

 Obviously, being in the middle of a move, I have been thinking about moving. I move a lot. A LOT. Always have.

 I almost can't imagine life without it.

 The new house, new rooms, new places to put my furniture - it is almost as if everything is new again.

 The new stores, new foods, new backroads and twisty discoveries of nature - an adventure waiting to happen.

 The new friends to form lifelong bonds with - as long as the old ones don't forget me, well I am always happy to make more!

 The new gathering of followers, lovers, of, Jesus to join with - that is sometimes harder to find, and slightly frustrating. But eventually He leads us where we are supposed to be.

 I have been moving my whole life. I exaggerate not.

 When my parents brought me home from the hospital they lived in married student housing at college. Not approved for children. Within weeks they moved. Dad finished college: moved. If you count those two, I was moving into my 6th location before I was 6.

 If you count dorm rooms in college, this house we are leaving is my 31st place to live. Which means we are headed into number 32.

 I am 32.

 And that is only counting houses. That doesn't count separate moves. I have gone back to my parents more times then I want to count!

 No wonder I am good at it!

 I don't think I would take the time to clean out the inside of my cabinets without the incentive of a move. I am pretty sure I wouldn't clean the doorknobs nearly as often as I end up doing it. And my microwaves and refrigerators hardly have a chance to get dirty.

 Moving is good for me. Perfect for me. Moving sort of defines me.

 And I wouldn't change my life for anything.

 But after this 4 month stint, I am unbelievably ready for a real bed!

 Blessings, 

1 comment:

Carrie said...

32 times?!?!?!?! WOW!!! You better be good at it or be ashamed of yourself! ha ha ha!
You are awesome. You would be so bored with the same place year after year. Except if it were next door to me! HA!