Our apartment is full of half used mustard, ketchup, half an onion, jar of garlic, cheese, boxes of baggies, and dish soap. We have two full pizzas in our refrigerator and our freezer has a box of half eaten sausages, and ground turkey. We also have a roll of wrapping paper, three eggs, four boxes of matches, and some crushed red pepper. And the list could go on and on.
These are some of the positive things that have come from my family's move to Montana.
The not so positive things are that I have never known Trinity without them, the parking spot for apartment 233 is vacant, and I sit alone at work without my dear mother to laugh with and talk to.
We went out to dinner last night with mom, dad, and david and I said in the car that I would probably not cry when they left. I did not want them to take it personally because Bethany wept.
We ate some chips and guacamole, ate some cake, hugged goodbye.
And then I cried. In the car on the way back to our apartment. I kept crying as I fell asleep.
It hit me much harder than I expected.
Doug reminded me as I fell asleep that God would take good care of them as they make the move and start a new life there.
And that is so true.