Listening to: Pain by Enter the Worship Circle
Wishing: my best friend wasn't all the way in Washington.
Do you recall my post a few months ago, Roots? No! Ok go read it. *waits patiently*
So glad you’re back! Well guess what?! I moved again. What’s that? You guessed before my fingers typed the words? Holy Smokes. I’d offer you a hug but the last time I did that, I was taken up on it. Not that I don’t want to hug you of course. But I don’t want my hugs taken for granted, you understand.
Where was I? Oh yeah, moving! At the risk of sounding overly romantic, it kind of looks like that cottage I’ve always wanted to live in. It’s blue and the over-sized window in my room looks out to the front yard. And my view…trees! I’m going to Ikea soon to buy a desk to go right in front of that window. Oh yeah. It shall be my “Artsy Fartsy Desk.” Hopefully I’ll have made up a better name by the time I adopt it.
*tangent* When asked what my favorite store is, I will undoubtedly declare to people far and near that Ikea has my heart. Ask me if I’ve ever actually been there. Or even owned something from there. No! This is tragic, I know. But never fear! I plan to remedy this ASAP. *end of tangent*
I actually don’t remember the last time I decorated my room…In fact, I don’t think I ever have. My room stopped being festooned when my mom stopped doing it for me. Even now, the only time my room sees any kind of excitement is when my mom finds something that “looks like Kim,” buys it and hangs it herself.
Don’t get me wrong; I LOVE crafty bedecking but I just…don’t have time? And I always lose heart right about the time when I pull out the directions. I just don’t know how I feel about being bossed around by a piece of paper when I know that I know there is an easier, quicker way to get it done.
But I am *so* excited. And honestly, I think that’s just reiteration that this is going to be a good thing. And perhaps the right thing. Because this time I moved an hour further away from everything. From my family, my job, and my best friend. And under normal circumstances, that would freak me out and throw my world into a deep, dark black hole of discomfort. I still haven’t figured out what I’m going to do about certain issues this distance has created, but I know that God has a plan.
Doesn’t that sound so cliché? I apologize. I know that God has told me that He has a plan for my life, for every aspect of it, and He has never ever failed me or broken a promise before so I know in the deep depths of my soul that everything will work out. Cause He loves me like crazy. Better? :)
He’s teaching me lately to lessen my grip…with this move I’m releasing so much that I was holding onto. Material and emotional.
Since we’re on the subject, let us observe a moment of silence for my Queen-sized slice of heaven.
My bed had to go. It is absurd how hard it is to put that bed together! And really…I don’t need that much mattress. I am buying a futon to replace it. I heart futons! They’re efficient, and it would free up a lot of space for crafty things. So maybe I’ll actually get back into all of that and have multitudes of pictures to show you lovelies!
I’m thrilled.
This whole experience has taught me to rely on God’s provision and omnipotence. He apparently really wants me to learn to trust Him fully. Hopefully, I’m getting it. I told my family that all of this moving is either to prepare me for my future as a nomad. Or a professional mover.
My new life ambition is to be able to fit all of my belongings in duffel bag. I still despise cardboard boxes. But I am learning. And I am convinced that these trials serve a purpose. If for no other reason than to build my character and strip away all the crap that doesn’t belong.
Like ridiculously large bed frames.
~KIM
