Heart Vs. Head: Moving

Moving in

Moving on

Moving up

Mooving (that's what cows do)


So, here I am, my dad with a fresh, life-changing medical diagnosis, and we're moving houses to make the coming season* easier for ourselves. My dad is at the best he ever will be again, so making the transition now is the best option. My mom is currently working a salaried, full-time job at Western Seminary, coordinating the move, and helping my dad. My dad is currently working a salaried, full-time job at Regence/Blue Cross Blue Shield and working through his own emotions. I'm a full time student at Mt Hood Community College, I'm supporting my mom, doing most of the packing, and I have a side hustle baby/house/pet sitting.

*I said "season" because we really don't know how long this all will be.


All of this is just moving towards me. Moving in on me...

But I also have community around me that refuse to see me crumble under the pressure. They move towards me to lift me up and give me strength. The arms of God. My pastor said today "you don't have to feel God to know he's with you." But I haven't felt God's goodness as much as I've felt it during this season. There have been so many people coming out of the woodwork to help us, people we really wouldn't have expected to come forward and lift us up. That is truly how God works.


Time keeps on moving on (or ticking, like that one song)

What shall I do? Make the most of it, or let it pass me by? Either way, the time will pass, it is my choice whether or not to redeem it. I have a limited time with my dad as he is, but isn't that true with everyone? It is just most apparent when you're told about a disease.


Even though all this is happening, I still feel like I'm moving up in the world. 

I'm entering my second year of dual enrollment, which means I get three years of college paid for, and graduate at the same time I would have without dual enrollment. I'm working regularly, and saving money. I recently bought a new laptop, which was a great purchase considering the upcoming term (tomorrow, well... today because it is after midnight).


Moo


Anyway. Life doesn't stop moving, and I'm determined to make it a good one. I want the love and hope of Jesus to be apparent in me, especially when life sucks.

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