Do we sell our home of twenty years? Do we downsize so the kids don't have to do it when they are grieving our demise? (IF they are grieving our demise....) Do we move to the lake where we sit on the deck overlooking the water, sipping our morning coffee while the osprey float on the wings of the wind?
Or do we stay here... sit in our sunroom, looking out on the forested backyard with squirrels cavorting and trees whispering in the breeze?
I have been culling and cleaning, selling, and donating. We called the realtor to come look. She says it is ready to go on the market. Decision time.
Old memories vs. new adventures?
Beloved nearby bike trails and wonderful shady greenway vs. lake and kayaking off my doorstep?
Much more space to live vs. much less space to clean?
And here is what makes the decision-making even harder. All picked up, decluttered, and cleaned...it is such a lovely home. It is so hard to keep it like this, and probably hasn't been so clean since the day we bought it.
I cleaned all the walls and door moldings...except the pencil marks of the kids' height as they grew over the past twenty years.
How can I EVER erase that????
So I am conflicted. Will God guide me in this decision? Is there a Bible verse that will help me choose the path that most glorifies and honors Him?
Well, Hebrews 3:4 says: For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God.
and 2 Corinthians 5:1 says: For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
And Psalm 23:6 says: Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Bottom line: my earthly home really doesn't matter a whole lot in the grand scheme of eternity. All things are built by God, the home we have on earth will vanish but God has a home for us already prepared where we will dwell for all eternity in His presence.
This gives me great comfort! It doesn't solve my dilemma, but it reminds me that this decision is probably not the most critical of decisions in life. The most critical decision is where will I spend eternity? I sealed that when I believed Jesus was who He claimed to be, and put my trust in Him.
I wonder if He has a molding alongside a heavenly door where He has marked my spiritual growth. Have the markings moved upward? I hope so.
Meanwhile, hubby and I visited the condo at night to see if the lake spoke to us. It did.