Well, it has hit me. We are no longer home owners and the very first place we lived together and made our own is a thing of the past. This morning, Connor and I dropped off Gloria (James' Mom) at her car, which was still parked at our old neighbors house. (She was having issues with the starter, so decided to not start it unless 100% necessary). Connor got so excited to see that house. There was the big moving truck, moving in the new owners belongings and Connor started to run excitedly to the front door.
I was floored. Okay, I starting weeping right there and started my "melt-down". I have been waiting for it to happen and it happened this morning. The move is complete. It is no longer ours. The house where so many wonderful things happened-gone. Forever. I had to stop myself so I could explain to him that this was no longer our home, but that we had a new house. He sees our things in this new house, but I don't think it's all processed quite yet. It was funny watching him see all of our things coming off of the moving truck yesterday. He would point to something of mine and say "Mommy's" or his "Connor's" or James' "Daddy's." This is the start of our military journey-new homes every 2-3 years and is something poor little Connor will have to get used to or grow to like.
While I'm sad, I'm also excited about this next phase and I feel like I have to share this little story of God's grace and it is truly helping me through all of my emotions. A few months ago, I got this push to sell the house. I couldn't explain it, I just felt like it needed to get done. James agreed so we listed the house by owner. We said we would try that until December and then switch to a realtor if nothing happened. Well, we then got to late July and just decided to try it with a realtor. We were ready to be out of the house. So, we listed the house on a Thursday and had an offer on Tuesday. After much negotiation, we went into contract that Wednesday. James had already left for SOS, so I was left to do all the packing myself-luckily his mom came out and stayed for 2 weeks to get me through the move. In the process so many things happened. First, we didn't think we would get to move into base housing right away-we thought we would be homeless for 2 weeks. Then a house miraculously opened up and was ready on the exact day we needed it. Praise God! We're not homeless!
Then, our air conditioning broke at our old house. The repair bill? $1,450. OUCH. But, guess what God did? The housing company here on base was offering a free move in for the month of August only. That means, we get to keep James housing allowance for the rest of August and September. Want to know how much that is? $1,500. How cool is that? It's almost like God knew we would have that repair and then he instantly repaid it once we trusted Him and followed right along.
We are all moved in and I am so thankful for everything that has happened. I have learned to trust God because he knows what he's doing!
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