Can we just agree that packing is the worst part of moving?
We have moved countless times in 24 years of marriage and packing is always a chore. But that is what fills my days right now.
As our moving date is just a few weeks away, the anticipation heightens that we are moving “home” (or at least a lot closer to home). In fact, my Mom texted a few days ago and wanted proof that all those boxes are getting packed.
I laughed when I got her text. Isn’t it funny how when we can’t be there to see it in person, we still want to see that it is getting done. Seeing it makes it real – that it’s happening and progress is being made.
And they are. Those boxes are getting filled one by one with our belongings. Little things, big things, things we cherish and some that are just necessary.
Some things have brought me great joy to “discover” them again – like letters from my love when he was in the Gulf War and we were dating. Be still my heart.
Others capture a memory of a loved one who has passed on.
The countless cards sent to me by my BFF tell a tale of 20+ years of friendship – enduring so much of life together.
I can’t help but think if someone else opened the boxes, they might just see all of it as “stuff.” And much of it is.
But these boxes also could tell a little story of our lives.
24 years of marriage. 4 children. Family. Friendships. Memories.
So while packing is a chore and loading it on the truck will be an even bigger task, today I’m grateful for the story the boxes tell. The things that will make our new place feel like home. And that packing them means we are moving forward into what God has for us. The adventure awaits.