“Hey, Mom, are you going to miss living here?” he asked me as we packed another box together.
The question took me by surprise. Had my sweet little eight year old been sensing that my heart was tender, struggling a little more than usual when we have made a move?
Tears wanted to spill over today each time I thought about walking away.
Away from the home that I love.
My country home–the one I had prayed for since the day we got married.
It’s a hard move.
And at the same time remembering that all of this…
…all this stuff on earth.
…all these things we accumulate.
…all the comforts the heart wants to hold on to…
It’s all so temporary.
And with absolute peace which passes all understanding.
I answered my precious boy…
“Yes, I really am going to miss living in the home that I love.”
“But I love Harper so much more!”
And that was good enough for his eight-year-old heart–which is also, no doubt, feeling tender.
The things of the world really do grow strangely dim.
Continuing on our journey of just passing through.