From the "Dark Hole" to the "Big Open"

Transition. Its my word of the week.

I sit here in our tiny dark cool apartment this morning feeling both blessed and distressed. I am blessed by God’s never ending provision for those of us who call him Dad. But what distresses me is the fact that because of His awesome provision, we only have less than a month left in this tiny dark cool apartment. All too soon we will be trading this for a much bigger and more open house.  I suppose that should sound far more appealing… I mean,who wouldn't want to go from 750 square feet to 1300+ square feet, right? 

Vince and I have gotten quite attached to our “dark hole” as we have affectionately named it. Not dark in a bad way, just dark in a cozy delicious way. And mostly dark because I prefer living with the blinds closed 90% of the time.

                                                     "the dark hole"

                

Sooo anyway, as exciting as owning and rehabbing a house is, it signifies something much bigger then I feel ready for. It's a drastic increase in responsibility, its the beginning of financial tightness, its a threat to our goal of not becoming too rooted, and its an even harder fight against accumulation and materialism. (Not to mention more cleaning. Ich.) More then ever, it makes our “dark hole” look appealing in its comfortable safety. We've thoroughly enjoyed the lesser responsibility of apartment living. It was perfect for our first year of marriage. 

However, I must realize that when God’s whips up a house for you and makes the almost impossible possible, well – then one can’t wallow in melancholic feelings or cling to sentiment forever. One must pack up the boxes and take down the curtains, and move on.
                            
                                                       "the big open"
                                                 move date: end of Sept