If I'm being honest, my pregnancy hormones may or may not have gotten the best of me over the past couple of days. Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of a moving truck (p.s. I wake up at the drop of a dime). Pretty much right then and there, I started bawling my eyes out in bed. It was the ugly cry kind. I was crying because our neighbors, who are also some of our best friends, were packing up all of their things to move. Okay - I am being dramatic. They are only moving across town. They will never be more than a 10-15 minute drive away. But still, my heart was sad.
My crying would randomly continue throughout the rest of the weekend too. I didn't think I would be so sad watching them pack up their things. Then, on Tuesday of this week, our friends/neighbors closed on their house. It was a done deal. I was fine until I got home from work that day and saw foreign cars in their driveway. It was the cars of our new neighbors. I just had to let all my tears out. #HotMessExpress
You don't have to tell me I'm crazy. In fact, I would prefer you not. But I know my sadness is kind of silly. I am so happy for our friends (and can.not.freaking.wait to visit their new and huge home once it's built) but I'm sad that we can no longer just walk next door to see them. I mean... we literally saw each other every single day, even if it was just a wave from our driveways when we each got home from work.
Three years ago, both us and our neighbors built our first homes. When we each built, we had no idea who each other were. It was merely God's plan to put us each in those houses. A few months after we both moved into our homes, we learned that our neighbors were actually our relatives... distant cousins to be exact. UM yea, coolest story ever. You can read more here.
Our first picture together - October 2012
So I guess a part of my heart is sad that we're no longer neighbors with our best friends/family. Our grand plan was to sell our house this year and then build a home right next door to them. That way we could be happily neighbored-up forever. But God's plan is different, and I trust His plan way more than my own. Completely. Our time to sell/move is just not right now. In fact, after looking over our finances, we're going to probably wait to do anything until early to mid 2016. Therefore, my 2015 goals are already being altered. I am okay with that though. God has taught me so much by the miracle of Kensington, and I'm trying to apply what I learned in that situation in other areas of our life.
All that being said, I love our house. I really do. I am so grateful for it. Our friends' realtor took pictures a while back so here are a few good pictures of our nice, clean home!
This room is empty since we were starting to prepare for Kensington's nursery
In other news and speaking of my miracle child, she finally cooperated with me long enough to catch one kick on my camera. You have to see this! Look to the left of the screen and you'll notice a jolt. That is my mini me kicking away. Praise you, God!
Last but not least, here's my SOAP of the week.
Romans 2:21 - You, therefore, who teach another, do you not teach yourself? You who preach that a man should not steal, do you steal?
To best model a Christ-like life, I must lead by example. I cannot expect others to see God in me if I am openly and unashamedly committing sins yet preaching against them.
Instead of judging others for what I think is wrong, I should radiate love by living like Christ would want me to, always striving to be more like Him.
God, help me to be made new in you every single day so that I am filled with you. Help me to exude your presence in everything that I do so that non-believers will believe in your sacrifice and your love.