We are moving to another state. Right when I was ready to stay in this area and buy a house, the military said times up. Sorta funny how I would have given anything to move away a million times over in the past few years, now I'm cozy and ready to settle. Seems the last 5 years here have been more like 20. Oye the drama we managed to cram into 5 years, no wonder it feels like longer!
I moved here married to an alcoholic.
I lived here with a reformed alcoholic turned reborn christian.
I lived here with a reborn christian that was living a double life as a raging alcoholic.
I lived here with a God fearing man that I no longer trusted.
I lived here when I gave up.
I lived here when I heard God say me He loves me.
I lived here when I finally was able to believe Him.
My life crashed and burned here. My life ended here (I was a hot mess). Then mercifully restarted again here (lookie me, all shiny and new!).
We struggled, fell, got back up, got healed, got stronger, found purpose, and love here.
And now its time to go. The past stays here, though the lessons get to come with us.
Oh that healed, stronger, and purposeful love? That will so definitely be moving with us.
He heals the brokenhearted
binds up their wounds.
You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!