Unpacked Boxes

Well, we’ve officially moved to our sweet little home on a sliver of country. Moving was as big of a chore as I expected it to be, having moved our stuff around seven times in our 13 years of marriage, (as my brother pointed out while carrying a large piece of furniture out our front door), but it’s finally over. Or mostly over, as those of you who’ve moved can understand. There are always the nagging few boxes of stuff you didn’t want to deal with at your old house, that you still don’t want to deal with at your new house!

We made it with surprisingly few casualties. There are a couple of missing toys and a hard drive cable that hasn’t appeared, but having things drop out of  sight along the way or break into bits is par for the course.

This all started happening at the end of October, and since then, my life has been consumed with activity.

Planning, sorting, purging, purging some more, selling, making lists, donating, freecycling, planning some more, waiting…

And now~

Rest.

Ahh, a nice word. Rest.

I don’t want to do this again for a long time! Whew! Time to make a cup of tea and sit back and enjoy the Christmas Season.

You wouldn’t know it were Christmas around here. No lights. No tree. Occasionally I play some Christmas music on Pandora when I’m feeling festive. But the simplicity of the time is actually quite refreshing.

It’s 8 AM. The house is quiet. Except for my my oldest who doesn’t sleep in – ever – all is still.

I sit back and smile, knowing that one day we’ll have eternity to rest. To rest from striving. The battle. The fight against sin. Sickness. They’ll all be gone.

I sip my tea.

Rest.

Resting on His promises.

Come quickly, Lord Jesus! And as I wait, help me to rest in You.