Deafening silence. Stillness amidst chaos. The craving of rest when there is no rest to be had.

Such is life lately: utter chaos, sporadically speckled with moments of calm.

I remain in His hands, knowing that He has a plan.

We’re moving. There, I said it, so now it’s real. We’re packing up and leaving the only home we’ve ever known as a family. While the choice to sell was ours, I find myself aching with each shelf I empty, each box I tape closed. The walls are becoming bare and what was once our home, will soon be someone else’s. Our buyers are wonderful and so very patient. They will love it here, just as we did for so many years. We have hopes of building or restoring a historic estate as our “forever” home. We made this decision, we have savings, and a plan. Still, leaving hurts.

This new season in our lives is temporarily terrifying me. Not only are we moving (into a beautiful home that fits our family well, I should add) but we will be bringing a new baby into this new home. Apparently, adapting to change isn’t one of my gifts. We’re also completely gutting and overhauling our business (again), a process that began in January of this year and is finally coming to light in a month or so. This week is our church’s Summer Spectacular (which means I’m basically living at church) and the Hubby has been out of town for four days on a golf trip. Our sweet son is currently at the dentist with my momma, having one of his molars extracted. He has to be pinned down during dental work, and it’s not safe for my belly to be near his kicking legs.

In the spirit of authenticity, I’d like to let you know that I’m a mess. I want my boy back in my arms, I want my husband to come home, and I don’t want to leave my home in 12 days. I crave balance, and there is no balance to be had…

…prayers appreciated as we slip away over the next couple of weeks to pack up our home, and journey to a new one.