I'm just sad....Our neighbors of the last 11 years are moving. My 9 year old has grown up with their family - 8 year old girl and 5 and 1 year old boys. They have seen our son go from a first grader to a senior in high school. Our 13 year old was two when they moved in. They are our family in Christ.
Good neighbors provide a unique opportunity to be spontaneous in our interactions and to minister to one another in very practical ways. We watch out for each other, borrow when needed, offer encouragement and advice, and in the case of close neighbors, share each others' burdens. This has been so true as the McCutchens have shared their lives and lived next door.
To maintain a relationship, we will now need to make a much bigger effort and commitment. We can't just look out the window or over the fence anymore. It's an ending and a beginning.
What will happen? I don't really know. I am especially sad for our youngest. It is yet another time that my heart breaks for my child, and I have to feel so much more than is comfortable. Meanwhile, school starts in less than two weeks. My "children" will be in 4th, 8th, and 12th grades this year. I thought I had more time...........treasure the moments.
...........Yet, we continue to trust and recognize God's hand in all of this (whether we want to admit it or not), because we know that He is in control and wants the very best for us.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
As Moms we learn a new vulnerability. We begin to understand what it means to live outside ourselves and to sacrifice for others. We truly learn to love. We appreciate the work that those before us have done, and most importantly, we FEEL more deeply than we ever knew we could.
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