I feel a little like Red Riding Hood in “Into the Woods” — excited and scared.
After living in one place, one town, one house for nearly 17 years my family will be moving to a new place, a new city, and a new (possibly new?) house.
We just announced our plans publicly today via email and Facebook. Now everyone knows what has been percolating under the surface for a couple of months.
Saying goodbye is not an easy thing. Change is not something most of us embrace without a struggle of some sort. New beginnings usually (almost always, I think) mean the end of something else.
I feel happy and sad at the same time. Hopeful and unsettled. Eager and hesitant. Joy and Sorrow.
I saw this quilt in my newsfeed today.
Though we can’t see the overall pattern of each choice and each decision we make in our lives — the way each color and texture and pattern will go together — in the end it will turn out to be breathtakingly beautiful if we follow our hearts, our passion and our love. We walk by faith, not by sight.