On Moving & Forever Homes

by Andrea Cooley

The countdown to our move has moved from weeks to days. The boxes are filling and stacking while the cupboards and closets empty.

I should be packing or organizing or cleaning or doing something other than sit on the couch and type, but whenever I feel like I’ve got this under control, that I know where to find the toothbrushes and extra diapers and coffee filters, I stop and realize there is still so much to do!

I’m trying to just keep doing one more little thing and all the little things will add up to a BIG move, and deep down I know it will, but I still get a little sad when I look around and think of all the memories we made here and that it won’t be ours anymore.

But that’s the good thing about packing. The more we pack, the less things that are hanging on the walls and lining the counters and cozying up the place, the less it feels like home and the more it just seems like a house. Because as much as we love the physical structure of the house, when it comes down to it, what we really love are
the memories we’ve made here,
the dreams we’ve realized here,
the love we’ve shared here,
the people we’ve had here,
and the time we’ve spent here.

It’s easy to say you aren’t attached to earthly things until you start to take them away. This has been our home, the place we lived and worked and laughed and cried for almost 6 years. But soon it will be someone else’s. For as much ownership as we felt and pride we had in it, painting the walls, filling it with pretty things and people we love, it is only temporary.

It is strange to think of another family settling into this space that we loved so much, making their own memories here, starting their own traditions, and settling into their own routines. We are so excited for our new house, but this one will always hold a special place in our hearts.

We say the house we’re moving to will be our forever home, but as I was thinking about that the other day, I caught myself. Deep down, I know that everything in this world is temporary and my forever home is in heaven. I don’t think it’s bad to say this house is the one we hope to be in for years and where our kids will grow up, but I also don’t want to put all my hopes and dreams in it.

No home on this side of heaven is permanent. It’s interesting to think that even though a home is typically our biggest investment, the place we spend the most time and money on even if technically we say we own it, it’s still not really ours. One day, someone else will probably live in it. They will forget that it was someone else’s. They will make their own mark on it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that even though I’m super excited to have four bedrooms all on the same floor, 2nd floor laundry, and cabinets in the kitchen that are white and a garage that is attached to the house, I need to hold this, like everything, with an open hand. It is a blessing from the Lord and we want to use it to honor him, but at the end of the day, it may be the place I sleep and raise kids, and live for the next 30 years, but my forever home will be so much more than I can even imagine!

Even if you aren’t moving, think about what you’re holding onto. Remember, change is good. It means you’re growing. Loosen your grip on the temporary things, the things of this world and open yourself to something new. You never know what you might discover!

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Andrea Cooley

  1. I tend toward being overly sentimental so I love what you say here. We pin our hopes and dreams on places here, but it’s all temporary. I love this perspective. Good luck finishing up the packing!

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