My Friend Sharon

I spent some time today helping a great friend and Sister in Christ. Her name is Sharon, and she was moving from her home to her home. I know that is redundant, but that's what she was doing and I was helping her put it all together. Putting it all together is what we do when we move after taking it all apart. That's the evolution of moving from home to home. We take the old apart and rebuild it all anew, only the location changes… or maybe there is more to this moving thing that we should consider.

Moving can be frustrating, intimidating, and stressful in more ways than we can ever be prepared for, since no matter how well we plan our move, there are always the actions of others which we cannot predict or even comprehend after the fact. However, a move from home to home can also be fun, exhilarating, and filled with hope for something better than we had before. In most cases, that is why we move, we are more pleased with the potential of the new home and all that it offers, such as; community, schools, property appreciation potential, and comfort over the old home.

My friend Sharon had a beautiful home, the first she ever owned, which held many fond memories within its walls.

• Our coffee and cigarette times on the front porch
• Our Bible studies in the living room
• The times she and I wept for (many) joys and (a few) sorrows
• Our granola disaster in the kitchen
• Here compulsive vacuuming throughout
• Our landscaping conundrums in the yard
• Her indecision and my vexation

Those are just the ones I had the pleasure of enjoying with her, and I am just one of her many loving friends and family.

There were also some more recent, not so heart-warming memories which I will gladly fail to enumerate herein. These along with all the positive things is what helped her decide to move forward from home to home.

I pray that she will soon discover that the wonderful memories from which she avulsed herself  are no longer held within the walls of the home she left behind because they made the move with her. As for the unpleasant ones, I pray that she will leave them to die in the cellar of the past where they belong. Amen.

The past is that which we leave behind, the present is that which we carry, and the future is where we're going with…  all the taped and labeled boxes, wrapped China, bundled pictures, the stuff we know we took but will never find, and most importantly all the perfectly preserved and safely packed beautiful things we've been a part of before we left home for home.