It's Starting to Sink In

My house is sold. Wow. Not only is it amazing that it sold 3 weeks in the market. Everything about this transition has been smooth so far. Fred is settled in Texas and started his new job this past week.
But it is starting to really hit me, I am moving to Texas. I am leaving Florida, where I have lived since I was 10 years old. I am leaving my kids, my mom, my friends, to go to a place I know not very much about.
And I am leaving my home. I know that it's not healthy to hold on tight to material things. But I truly love my home. Mainly because I know it was a gift from God. How we got this house was yet another amazing set of events that only God could orchestrate. This was supposed to be IT. The house we were going to retire in, the grandkids were coming to visit me. This was the home I always dreamed of for my family.
I truly didn't think we would leave, even though we have been talking about moving to a quieter, slower pace area, I didn't think it would happen. And certainly not this quickly.
There are times when I get up in the middle of the night because I can't sleep, and I walk around the house. I FEEL God's presence in this house. We have had great fellowships with friends, small group meetings where it brought us closer to some wonderful folks.
The buyers came by tonight. He had a sister that was leaving town and he wanted to show her the house. So in comes the realtor, the buyer, his sister and 5 kids. The kids were running through the house (mainly chasing Kaya). It felt so odd. They are going to be living in my house in another month or 2.
This is going to be hard. Now, I have no doubt that moving to Texas is what God has planned for us. It's clear. But it is still going to hurt. And it's going to be an adjustment. A bigger one than I thought.