Moving

How are you suppose to feel knowing you will be spending the last night in a bed where you've slept the last 26 years? 
Where you've done the majority of your "growing up";
            played with siblings, laughed, cried,
        sat on the back steps contemplating how far i can 'run' before my mom figures out I'm missing,
                    helped my sister get ready for her wedding,
got myself ready for my Mennonite school prom banquet, held my dying dog,
  played 'secretary', had my 16th birthday party,
             backed the van into a brick wall, BECAME A CHRISTIAN...

this is by all means not an exhausted list but...what surprises me is that i wasn't really expecting to 'feel' anything but as it gets closer and closer i catch myself thinking...this will be the last time i shower in this shower, this is the last time i sleep in this bed...this is the last time i pack my lunch in this kitchen, the last meal...the last...the last...the last...

so as i was looking at random items scattered around my room and closets...waiting to land in a box and be moved or tossed, i thought...

and my thoughts started paralleling the move, to life...the scattered random items are things in my life...there is good, there is bad, there is ugly...the corners of the closets are being exposed for the first time in years....I'm being emptied of myself...and I'm realizing there is beauty in less...less stuff and less of me.

I can't believe everything I'm learning through one little BIG move...and I love how so many subconscious things parallel perfectly with God and his plan for life.

There are good things to keep and there are things that need pitched.  All in preparation for my move to Heaven....