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I’m in that stage myself, though not entirely for
the benefit of my children. Also known as downsizing, I’m moving from a large
home with tons of stuff to a smaller place.
It’s therapeutic to remove things no longer
needed, but also hard. Attached to each piece are memories of my life with my late husband,
and in someways it feels like I’m purging him from my life. I know that’s not
true, for he will remain forever in my heart, but it’s hard to let go of so
many things we had together. But, I must.
It isn’t practical to hang on to oversized
furniture I won’t have room for in my new home. It won’t be a three bedroom
1800 sq. ft. house. Not for just Cooper and me.
I will keep a few small mementos tucked
away, like pictures, and a few personal things, but the rest I have to let go.
So, I lift my chin and push through, moving one
step at a time, trusting my new future to God. He has carried me through many dark places and into the light of a new
life.
These verses popped up in
my devotions today.
“Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will act,” and “Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for him…” Psalm 37:5,7.
Lord, you know I'm trying to trust and wait with patience. But even when I fail, I praise and thank you for the blessings you send to light my path. Amen.
My husband and I downsized drastically in 2022. I already have minimalist tendencies, so it was easy for me. It was harder for him, but he did a great job. It felt so freeing to both of us afterwards, and the best memories are engraved in our hearts, never to leave.
ReplyDeleteHugs, kiddo. You're such an example of God's peace. (Or at least you seem to be.)
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