Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Sometimes I feel like this... what I want is right in front of my eyes, and yet, there's always something in the way.

As most of you know, we've recently moved to a new town,

 a few hours from our old town, 

in the same state.  
It'll be coming up on a year in January, and I feel like if I keep saying "recently " it won't seem so strange that I still haven't settled in on the fact that we're here, that this is "THE move", and that it appears that we'll be here for the next several long, indefinite years.

I won't pretend that I have dealt with these recent (there's that word again) changes with any amount of grace.     I've sulked, cried, grumbled and futzed my way into a pit.  A pit that was pulling me deeper into a despair that felt like a warm blanket that I loved to pull over my head, and that usually resulted in me doing just that in my real marshmallow bed.  I've not allowed myself to see past the darkness of this house and realize that it's just a rental and not permanent. 

I have a pattern of moving into a house and then, within months, I begin looking for a new one.  Now, I'm not meaning to make excuses for myself, but there really is a reason for this!  By the time Daryn and I were married 
(19 yrs old...way to young...I digress), 
I had moved more times than I have fingers and toes and I'll let ya know, 
I'm not missing any digits as far as I've checked today.

  It's what I know.  
It's how it has been. 

On top of my childhood history, there is also the fact that we have been through many lay offs, over many years, that have left us with a feeling of instability.  Always being on the ready to sell your home can cause you to begin living as if you don't really have one, and that the one you are in is always being prepared for someone else to enjoy. It's kept me from being at peace with my husband and truly letting him know that I appreciate all of his hard work and diligence. 

My wonderful husband has been putting in some serious overtime lately.  For example, Sunday night he went into work at 11pm to get off work at 6:30pm Monday night.  He keeps me speechless by the things that he sacrifices for our family.  The lack of sleep that this man endures is only a minute part of what he does to keep  this family ticking, and there are just a few things he asks in return.  
(I'm likin' the monkeys today)
"Don't drink my Dr. Pepper, leave me a couple cookies for when I get home, and let me watch my woodworking show on Saturday morning without anyone asking me questions."  He's pretty low maintenance, and yet he somehow finds the grace to lovingly nurture a high maintenance wife who has much more exasperating expectations on how life should be.  

In the last year, a strange new sensation has overtaken the gypsy in me, and she has been replaced with a gardener longing to plant roots, establish a homestead, build a foundation, and become part of a community.

I long for every bit of it even though it's so foreign to me, and all I know of it comes from stories I've heard or seen in the lives of others.  

Mr. D is a root guy. Always has been, and I'm pretty sure always will be.  I'm ready to be a root gal with him and have some little root children.  Okay, so they aren't so little anymore. But, I want to be a bloom where you're planted kind of root gal too.  
Oh gracious sakes, this is the hard part.  
I don't bloom very easily. 
 If you came to my house you would see that we've been here almost a year and I don't have curtains properly hung, there is one picture hanging in this house, and I have half a garage full of boxes that haven't been unpacked.  

All this to say, I need to give Mr. D a break from my obsession about moving, he's got enough going on.
I have to let God lead us to where he wants us to be in His timing.  
You heard it here!! 
 I'm stepping back from trying to get it all figured out.  
God knows the desires of our hearts, but I want His desires to be my desires. 
 It's the only way I'll find peace, and I have to trust that no matter where He plants us, there will be plenty, there will be joy, and it will be exactly what will bring Him glory.

God Bless Ya'll More and More!!       


Tete said...

Heather- I used to move around a lot, too- when I was younger. That all changed when I married and we have been here 27 years now.
My moving went from Ohio to Missouri to Oklahoma to Illinois. Not little intown moves, though I did those too.
But my roots aren't in this house- they are in my family.
Where ever they are is home.
So you have been there almost a year. Made any new friends? Joined something with your kids or just for you? Found a church yet?
That will help.
First thing you need to do is fix those curtains right. Then take one box a week and unpack it and put it all up and out.
Little by little it will become home.
Buy extra Dr Pepper, bake more cookies and hug that man who believes in you.
Make one night a week a family movie night and pop popcorn. Throw down a blanket in the floor and make a new tradition.
Start looking at what you have right there and right now. Wishing for something else is wasting time and energy. You are missing what is right in front of you every day. Take a moment to enjoy what you have right now.
You are where God wants you to be right now. Figure out what you are supposed to be doing there. Put your roots in Him.
Blessings and Hugs- Tete

Lori said...

I appreciate your open, honest post. I felt your pain but also the hope, this is in essence a hopeful post. I agree 100% with Tete. Start with one thing, a small tradition one night a week, something to look forward to.

laylablue said...

thank you for your transparency! you are right to honor your husband and appreciate his personal sacrifices. if you stop and think, most husbands don't ask for too much...

i'll help you bloom where you are planted!
i've been spending too many days under the covers myself. YOU HAVE NO IDEA! maybe i should throw off the blanket of "hermit" and help someone else for a change.

Teresa said...

It took me a long time to settle into life here in Montana...500 miles away from my friends and family. But, eventually I did and now it's home. It will come.
I Promise:)

Down On The Farm said...

Hello! I'm new to your blog and am enjoying it so VERY MUCH!! I too appreciate your honest. How can we learn from one another, and help one another, if we can't be REAL. I agree with Tete. ONE THING AT A TIME! Keeping God at the center of your home is awesome. He will send you peace and guide you in His will!


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