If “home is where the heart is”, then our hearts are confused. We just moved out of our beloved home in Aurora and into my parent’s house in Highlands Ranch, in order to start saving for our future home in South Africa. Our week has been full of chaos, lifting and moving, cleaning, organizing, lots of tantrums and tears (mostly from the kiddos), and many moments of reflecting.
The home we just moved out of is the first house that we have ever owned, and it is full of so many memories. We bought it in 2010 when it was just two of us, and we have grown in countless ways inside its walls. Our family is bigger, our dreams are bigger, our hope is bigger, our faith is bigger. This is the place that we brought all 3 kids home to, the place where our energetic Samson loved and played, where we spent many nights up with sleepless babies, where we built community, where we laughed and played and fought and cried. It is hard to leave.
Our current home is also full of memories. It’s the home that I grew up in and Kenny and I lived here before moving to SA last time. Our girls are sleeping in my old bedroom and Zeke is in my brother’s room. Talk about nostalgic. This place is full of excitement, newness, and silliness (in the form of grandpa!). This week I have learned that our kids are amazingly resilient, and we are so thankful that they are handling all this change well.
Our next home is the wild card. It’s the only unknown in the bunch. Kenny and I have lots of memories of life in Cape Town, but we have no idea what home for a family of 5 looks like. We are all excited and anxious for what’s to come. But, while home is unknown, God is known and He is faithful. We believe that He is walking before us in all things, preparing a way (and a home) for us. Wherever He takes us, as long as we are together, we are assured that our hearts are home.