Lately, I feel like I'm too focused on this move, that I'm missing out on my relationship with God. At the same time, as I think about it, buying our first house makes me very focused on God--even if I'm neglecting the opportunities during the day to connect with Him.
For one thing, we can't deny how God has provided this house for us. It clearly has been His doing. And even though I can grow anxious about finances with it, I know that we'll be okay as God has done good so far. Jehovah Jireh.
It is also is a very humbling experience. There are plenty of months that we stretch things to make ends meet. We've giving up trips to theme parks, vacations and plenty of "enhancements" in our life. At the same time, as I put each of my possessions into boxes, I can't deny how well we have it. Especially compared with other parts of the world we've seen. We have everything we need--plus so much more (too much more?).
It's also been a great reminder that we're not alone. We can't do it alone. Sure, we could hire a moving company (if it was in the budget), but we're doing it ourselves. Except we're not. My family is helping. And many friends have volunteered as well (including one coming from Alaska!). Just another reminder that we need community--and community is an enriching experience.