Crystal and I took a Sunday drive and ended up in the Dundee Hills. Surprise, surprise. We both needed to see some beauty.
My heart has gone from heavy and sad to light and excited and back to heavy and sad several times within the last week. A week ago today, we received a letter from our landlord saying she was moving back to Portland and wanted us out of her house by the end of November.
This isn’t just any house though. It’s been my home for 3 years. I’ve lived with 10 different ladies in the Thompson House, loved my roommates and hated some roommates. Loved my neighbors and hated some neighbors. I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in this house, graduated college in this house, got a real job in this house, bought a car in this house, gone through break ups in this house, learned to cook in this house, learned to love wine in this house, prayed deeply in this house, gone through dry spiritual seasons and rich spiritual seasons, cried over just about everything in this house, had my first trick or treaters come to the door in this house, collapsed on the floor in the kitchen screaming and bawling when Anthony died, wrestled with God in this house, heard God speak and see God move in this house, hosted a million brunches and dinner parties in this house, sat on the front steps and drank wine and smoked cigarettes from San Migued de Allende, Mexico, froze my butt of upstairs in the winter in this house, sweated my butt off in the summer upstairs in this house, put up a dream wall in this house, went to the Hollywood Farmers Market almost every weekend in this house, was a bridesmaid with all the other roommates for one of the many roommates who have tied the knot from this house, learned how to run, felt like part of a neighborhood, saw the seasons change 12 times in this house. The list can go on forever (more memories to come).
But I’ll be seeing the next season change in another house. Another home. Where that home will be and who that home will be with is up to the Lord. I’ve been praying for over year for Him to move me. Ha. I have to move somewhere because I can’t stay here. It’s exhilarating to think that this might be my chance to live to wine country. But it’s even more exhilarating to know that God is working. He is listening and after all this waiting, I’m finally seeing that prayer being answered. And I know that I can trust Him. I know that He knows my heart and He is good.
So Lord, lead on. Here’s to the next change in season.
