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It's All Good





The movers are here and it's pretty cool, they sent the same couple who moved us from Arizona. I requested them because they did such a great job for us eight months ago. I didn't really expect my request to be met. It was fun to see them and reassuring that they didn't decline my request based on all of the junk we have to move again. I half expected to hear " Sorry Mrs.Rice, they said you have too much stuff." Instead I heard " you guys really downsized didn't you?" I guess you really get to know a person when you are literally in their business. 

Most of the house is packed up, smells like cardboard and doesn't  really look like our home anymore. That's not a bad thing, makes leaving a bit easier. I can hear the sound of taping up boxes, rock music playing on someone's phone and  because I'm sitting next to the open window upstairs, the commuter train occasionally passing through. I love the sound of that train! I will miss it here and really that shouldn't surprise me. It's been a wonderful place to live and we made some good memories here even in the short time of our stay.  Today, they will finish loading up the truck and pull away and I honestly don't know if I'll be back. That's strange to take in. 

It's been such a great experience  here and we had an incredible time this past weekend. We had amazing  weather, everything is grown in and gorgeous. The Spring we were so looking forward to seeing is here. Plants have miraculously shown up where we didn't even know they existed. I got to attend a midweek worship service at my church one last time and say goodbye to some sweet friends. It's tempting to fall into the "Oh, I don't want to leave and miss out on all of this. I was just getting used to it here." 

But then I need to be reminded of the danger in looking back. I remember one time in junior high when I was walking from class to class and looking behind me, I walked right into a pole! That was not only painful but embarrassing. I've seen things on Pinterest or Instagram that say " Don't  look behind you, you're not going there." And my cousin posted on her wall one time " There is a reason the rear view mirror is smaller than the windshield" I love that and I think it rings true. What lies before me is so much bigger than what is behind"  But do I tell myself that or do I sit there looking in the rear view mirror at what was? How much time and energy am I wasting focusing on the past or what might have been? Am I questioning that where God is now leading me isn't good? God is good, even in the mist of the pain and uncertainties in this life. And He causes everything to work together for good to those that love Him.  So, even when nothing makes sense and I can't see what lies ahead I can trust that He is in it and it is good! 

As I prepare to move forward and head East I know that there will be more good things ahead, I'm not looking back in my small rear view mirror but fixing my eyes on what lies ahead through that great big windshield. And It's all good. 

" Look straight ahead, and fix your eyes on what lies before you." (Proverbs 4:25 NLT)

- Pressing On

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