Homeless

We're moving out of our house Thursday. Our stuff will go in storage. We will go to my brother's. And then we'll wait and pray for a house (as will my brother).

Once we had a contract on a new house, it seemed such a big goal to sell our old house that we never considered asking for more time in it. We were elated our old house sold so quickly. Six days! It was a miracle.

Now that miracle will be someone else's house on Friday, and I don't know where to forward our mail. Or our calls. Or our magazines or bills or Netflix movies.

We are so blessed. I can't say I'm worried. I'm really not stressed either. I just feel adrift. I can't plan events, invite people over, commit to new activities -- not until we know where we'll be living. It feels like events are floating out in the future without a context - without a house to ground them. And it saps my productivity. Out-of-town trips felt different, because we knew our home still existed and we could come back to its comforts anytime. Now, the comforts of our home will be locked in a cinder block 10x20' cell, which makes them slightly less comforting.

But it is an adventure. I didn't know how I'd react to these circumstances. Now I know. And someday this will all make for a great (or very boring) story. In the meantime, I'm praying that we'll land in the right spot at the right time, the home that will bring us closer to each other and to God. And that we'll land there in the next two weeks.