Today was going to be a banner day in our kitchen. Our oven and dishwasher have been on strike since we arrived. Every meal has been carefully planned around not needing an oven and every dish has been scrubbed clean in person. This was the day that some unknown delivery man was going to drive up to our front door and deliver happiness and freedom in two large boxes. I washed dishes this morning after breakfast, silently soaking in the celebration that this would be my last date with sudsy water and dreamed about the dessert I was going to bake later that day. I then proceeded to ignore the lunch dishes and willingly permitted them to pile up knowing that soon, very soon, I would simply slip them into their magical steamy sanitation chamber.
There are far far better things ahead than any we leave behind ~C.S. Lewis
As I look back on the weeks leading up to our move, I distinctly recall wanting to capture and preserve moments and memories and tuck them into the recesses of my mind.
Now that we have changed our location, our routines and the view outside our window, I have found that there is a temptation to look back at those former moments with longing. While this may seem harmless or even “normal”, I believe that the best perspective is to look back with gratitude rather than longing at that which I was able to experience.
We have crossed the threshold of two weeks in our new town. As I glanced back over the time spent here, I wanted to share a few fun firsts that I have experienced.
For the first time:
1) I was awoken in the middle of the night by a town siren.
Me: Trent, do you know what that siren means?
Trent: Maybe it means the dam broke.
Me: That’s not funny. Do you think it broke?
Trent (now looking out the window): No one is running around. I don’t think we need to worry.
We later discovered that the town siren alerts the volunteer fire department letting them know that they need to make haste to the fire station (remember that thing I told you about poor cell phone reception? I guess this was their way to side-step that issue).
I feel like I’ve stepped back in time.
This is so much fun.
I must be in the honeymoon stage.
These three statements have played over and over in my mind since we moved into our new home 10 days ago. I realize I’ve been somewhat elusive concerning our plans and destination, so I’ll start by pulling back the curtain a bit on where we are at and what we are doing. Back in 2000, my husband I and moved from the midwest where we graduated from college and settled in Redlands, California. At that time, I was starting a new elementary teaching position and Trent began a new job working for a company that makes mapping software. Even after we moved to Idaho and Trent maintained his previous position from home, he kept in contact with one of his previous co-workers and the two of them maintained their friendship through frequent phone calls and occasional visits. A few years ago, this friend purchased an RV park a few hours south of where we were living in Idaho. In April of last year, Trent’s friend offered our family the unique opportunity to live rent free in the “family suite” of his RV park. Although Trent would be maintaining his previous work position, in exchange for the free boarding, Trent would also help oversee the upcoming transition of the RV park to a KOA campground. We prayed over this opportunity and through a series of confirmations, answered prayers and eventually peaceful hearts, we agreed to move forward in listing our house for sale. Although the timeline for the sale of our house stretched beyond what we initially expected, in the end the timing proved seamless.
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12