I mentioned in previous posts that moving is (almost) an annual event for me. However, let it be known that this event is not always initiated by me. For the most part, I’ve moved to stay with people I like, not because I have some odd obsession with moving. My friends move, I move. They don’t move, I (usually) don’t move either.
I am moving again in March. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you read that correctly. But wait, there’s more! This will be a move unlike any that I have ever done in the past! It is a work move! My company will be shifting to a new building, so I get to keep my job (yay!) and go to a different building.
I shouldn’t be so excited.
The main thing I have learned from moving (and this is why I am excited) is because the God gives a free attitude adjustment with every major life change (moving included). No joke.
At first, any move is a little exciting. I enter the honeymoon phase. Whether I am up-sizing or downsizing, the move is usually something I initiate (even if I were to get kicked out, I initiated moving by choosing to break a rule or failing to pay). If I choose to stay with my peeps, then I must move – cue song/see above.
Then comes the reality of it all. There are too many people and not enough boxes. There is too much stuff, and not enough days to cram the stuff into boxes. There is too much talking, and not enough doing.
Anger is welling up.
I don’t care how much of an optimist you are. Your character will be tested.
Someone scratches my chest of drawers. “No problem!” I say with a grin. “I’m just happy you’re helping me move!”
Then comes the point in the day, week, month of the moving marathon in which everyone involved is tired, hungry, slightly dehydrated, and sore. Work gets really sloppy. Manners go out the window. Furniture continues to get scratched and broken. I just need a 15 minute break to be alone, stretch my back, drink water, and did I mention to be alone? Just 15 minutes.
The answer is no.
That is the point at which Allie has some tough decisions to make. Is integrity just a buzzword I hear at work all the time? Seriously. ALL the TIME! Or is integrity really my insides matching my outsides? What I want to say is, “Burn it all! Just burn it all! Who needs chairs anyway? I don’t need a bed! I’ll just have to move it again next year.” What I am learning to say is…nothing. Just nothing. Complaining is contagious, and I don’t want to start it.
Yes, venting can be helpful at times. Other times, it spirals out of control and sends defeat deep into the hearts of everyone involved in the move.
So in this upcoming move, I am hoping my attitude will pass the test. I’m not the judge of a passing grade, but God gave me a really awesome gift named Holy Spirit to help me stay on the right path. Sometimes, He tells me to hold my tongue, just be still. Other times, He encourages me to speak (usually when I don’t want to speak.)
The whole purpose is to hone my character. God wants my heart. He wants it to be right, so I’m willing to move one more time.
I’m hoping I’ll appreciate heaven more once I get there, knowing I am finally home. HOME. Home. Home. En casa.
On that day when I see all that You have for me, when I see you face to face, there surrounded by Your grace
All my fears swept away in the light of your embrace, When Your love is all I need and forever I am free
Where the streets are made of gold, in Your presence healed and whole, let these songs of heaven rise to you alone