I am moving out of the apartment that I have lived in for over 6 years. I have loved this place. I have loved this town. It has become a part of me that will not be forgotten. I have shared both the worst and the best times of my life in this apartment, literally. Now it is time to move on. I feel it in my bones. It is time to let go and turn a new page to write a new chapter.
This does not mean that I will not miss this apartment with all my heart. I have healed from more heartache here than I ever thought possible. I have come to know Jesus more intimately than I ever thought possible. I learned how to be a single women here, how to fix things, how to change bike tires, how to balance a washing machine. I learned how to be on my own, a skill that is too often over looked and under appreciated in our hook up culture.
I wrote songs here. The walls may hold a melody when I leave, they may miss the sound of my voice as I will miss their protection. I have grown so accustomed to living here that I don’t even turn the lights on to walk around, I just know where I am going. I will miss this place. The familiar smell, the familiar sounds of the street traffic, the breeze from the lake.
Now I say goodbye to this place where I have laid my head. I am thankful for the time I spent here and as I turn over the key I know that I am not alone, Jesus has His hand in mine. We walk away together because He has prompted me to move on and He holds each tear that I cry as my heart sifts through this change. My home is not on this earth, my home is with Jesus and He goes with me wherever I go.
“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:6