It's been more than a week since E and N learned that they would be moving to Salem, Virginia and the reality is beginning to set in for me. While I'm very happy for them and very grateful that they won't be moving all the way to Seattle, I am sad that Salem is so very far away from Chicago, Decatur, West Lafayette, and Holland, Michigan.
We have been so fortunate to have E no more than three hours away from us since she graduated from high school. After she graduated with her bachelors degree, she could potentially have gone to graduate school in: Lincoln, Nebraska; Charlottesville, Virginia; Syracuse, New York; Mount Pleasant, Michigan or Athens, Georgia. We felt blessed that she and N decided to go to Purdue -- close to us, close to N's parents, and close to grandparents and other extended family.
Now the time has come for E and N to move farther away, and I'm struggling a little with the reality that I won't be able to hop in the car and visit with my kids and Penny whenever I want. The logistics of a 12 hour car trip require more than spur of the moment desire. I know that I'm not capable of driving for that long by myself, so most likely G will need to be willing to come with me if I'm going to be able to visit with them in their new home.
The big move is still a few months away, so I really shouldn't be thinking/worrying about this yet . . . but it has been weighing on my mind. I need to intentionally commit the whole situation to prayer and trust that God, just as He did with the internship, will work it all out for our benefit and His glory.
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