"About noon the following day, as they were on their journey and approaching the city, Peter went up on the roof to pray." (Acts: 10:9)
I have grown so much during my doctorate regarding faith. This had a great deal to do with my summer "home" in Hungary - but I still am reminded, in some way, of how human I am, how erred, how not perfect. For someone who holds herself, and to some degree, others, to a high standard, this is a bitter herb to swallow.
I think by praying regularly as we pack up our home, it will be important for me to remember our time here with gratitude and incredible fondness. Many times I have left a place as a slightly better version of myself, with daliances with a worse version of myself somewhere along the way.
I remember that when I moved into this apartment, I said, "I want to leave here with a doctorate, married, a job, and someone else paying for the move." All of those things are happening (I joke that I should have asked for student loans and world hunger to be eradicated as well!).
Despite these positives, it is hard to leave. We had a wonderful gathering of friends on Monday, and have been regularly saying goodbye for the past few weeks. We plan to stay in touch, in a "real" way, not just "posting things on Facebook."
Also, as things get cleared away and into boxes, it is a reminder of how much happier I am without clutter. There is clutter ensuing everywhere, but it is over the "dip." I need to retain this discipline that I do not want more clutter in our new place.
I need to pray regularly, without ceasing, that everything goes okay. The transit, the upcoming recording session, the marriage interview, and then our drive across the United States. So much happening now, and in the next three weeks.
"Have you never questioned those who travel? Have you never paid regard to their accounts?" (Job: 21-29).
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