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pas de deux – 1.a dance or figure for two performers, 2. an intricate relationship or activity involving two parties or things

To say that moving is an action verb is an understatement. A better description would be to call it an all-encompassing, overwhelming physical and emotional drain that, when in process, is seemingly endless.

Such has been our modus operandi for the past weeks. Thankfully, the bulk of it is behind us.

The fact that more than a few years have passed since our last move did not give us any advantages in the energy department.

And going through the process of getting a home mortgage felt like The Inquisition. That roller coaster ride alone zapped our patience reserves. Just when we thought that every last detail had been attended to, the powers that be asked us to resurrect yet another obscure piece of information.

Consolations amid the craziness were similar accounts shared by empathetic friends who had survived the process, with little scarring.

It was so much easier in “the old days”. (Yikes! I am sounding like a geezer!)

We were about to throw in the towel when, miracle of miracles, everything came together and we became owners of a new home.

The Move went smoothly; and restful sleep arrived the minute we put our weary bones to bed. At this moment in time, our pile of boxes is diminishing,and so is our level of fatigue.

Throughout this arduous experience, my quiet time with the Lord has been the Saving Grace of my days.

Amidst the dizzying whirl, it helped me immensely to continue to fix my eyes on Him – much like the way a dancer keeps his or her focus when doing multiple spins.

Admittedly, this practice was a challenge as I faced the daily mountain of packing paper and bubble wrap – but when I carved out moments with God, my soul was soothed.

I could breathe without gasping for calmness. My mind became clearer.

As life challenges go, there are many more debilitating than moving to another house. And I appreciate our home even more when I think of the numbers of people lacking shelter…indefinitely.

I thank God for such a gift, as all that we have comes from Him.

We felt his presence there when we first walked through the doors….and we will continue to turn our gaze to Him in the midst of life’s twists and turns.

It is God who makes our house a home.