Let God Fill the Vacancy
Flip, tape, wrap, fill, repeat. The kitchen was a maze of boxes, tape guns, scissors and newspapers. There was one box labeled “keep” and a dozen that I couldn’t take with me. The house was frozen, paralyzed at the point in time where there would be no future, only memories within these walls. My mood was stale – somewhere between convincing optimism and creeping resentment. As I sorted through china patterns, cooking utensils, and linens, I felt a tangible sense of loss. I was moving into a new life with about 2,200 fewer square feet, yet paradoxically, infinitely more room to follow God’s dreams for my life.
