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The Move, It begins

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I’m not a blogger. That’s why this post is a little late. I typed this during our move out of our house several months ago. Here’s a little insight into the move of our lives.

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Sunset from the farm

The move…

August 17th, 2012

What have we done? We have been working frantically to clear out our dream home. We’re not moving in the typical sense. Were moving and will end up with two suitcases of belongings to take with us. Its hard to find enough people to give everything too. Goodwill has made quite the haul in the last couple weeks. It’s really the end of an era with us. I am reassured that we are making the right decision when I see the new family that we’re handing the baton off to with our small farm. They are now the third owners in over a hundred years. More boys to explore, build, learn and create memories. It’s priceless and confirms that it’s time to move on. Our boys did explore, build, learn and create many memories but they have too moved on and it helps with this transition knowing that we are passing on the blessing to another Godly family that will bless many with the blessing now given them at 33703 Ireland ln. It was bittersweet today as I walked through the orchard, picked raspberries and the sweetest tomatoes ever and looked at the new generation that will experience such blessings in the years to come. It was truly the best handoff I could have ever asked for. Truly nothing but the hand of God orchestrating this.

My Parents are Leaving, A Son’s Thoughts

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One of the most common questions that I have been asked lately is “how are you doing with this?” (my parents leaving for Cambodia). It’s not obnoxious, so if you have asked me, please don’t feel bad–but I thought that since lots of people have been asking I’d just put together a blog entry about it.

Answer: (sort of) I couldn’t be more proud of my parents, but if I’m honest, I’m a little terrified. I know that there is nothing to be worried about, though. I wrote about some of the peace I have with their journey here: “All I Can Do Is Pray“. The peace that I have is not the only thing that I feel, though. I feel like I will be losing two of the most influential people in my life. The people whom I have relied on since the day that I was born (in fact, add 9 months to that). They are the people who I know will support me (maybe not what I do, but me). They know me better than anyone else, and the thought of them not even being a phone call away causes me more aingst than I know is healthy. That is what terrifies me. I won’t have them close to me to ask questions, and be able to come over on a moments notice to make some adjustments to my toilet to better optimize the flush (thanks for that this morning Dad).

They will be so very missed, and until they walk through security at the airport to leave, I will not be able to fully answer the question of how I am doing. Until now, I’m doing really well with it. I’m more proud of my parents than words can express and I can’t wait to see the lives they are going to change. There is so much peace that comes from that.