It is early morning, and I can just see the sun, big and orange, beginning to peek through the trees outside the kitchen window. I am going to miss this little cluster of houses that makes our corner of the neighborhood.
Last night we had a cook-out with the five or six families that live on our corner. It was great to just sit together, have some beers, share food, and talk about what we are going to go do. We are grateful for this neighborhood and the friendships we have made over the last six years. I am really going to miss our neighbors.
This is our last Sunday at Christ the King Cambridge. John is preaching, which I am really looking forward to, as he hasn't preached much lately at our our church. Then the rest of the afternoon will be spent getting the last of the boxes packed up. I've been waking up really early all week, after having a hard time falling asleep. Which means I'm pretty darn tired. I love the quiet of the morning, and this week I've been using it to just sit in our beloved house and appreciate all that we have had here.
This morning I went and laid in Lucy's bed (she is sleeping over with a friend) and just looked out her window. Her bedroom is in a dormer on the front of the house, and has adorable sloped ceilings and an arched window. It is also on the third floor, so she can see over all the trees and very far away. In fact, that was one of her original prayer requests when we knew we were going to move: "for a room with a window that can see far, far away." Little love.
I'm grateful for dear friends who have come over to help me clean and pack this week. I could not have done this without them. I'm grateful for friends who have dinner with us and love our kids.
This morning I just feel like my heart is breaking. I'm glad I can trust God, that He goes before and behind, that none of this is unknown to Him. He is faithful, He provides, He cares for our hearts.