There is a season turn, turn, turn

Turning the calendar over today was an act that I've been dreading a little. "How exactly is it June already?" I ask the universe. No response. Figures. As I flipped the page from May to June I see a big red star on the 15th. Moving day is fast approaching. I'm not ready. There's still much to do. This weekend is our big moving sale. My daughter is dog-sitting for friends who are going on vacation. We're still finishing up our math and language arts projects so we can put our homeschool year to bed. And then there's work, you know the act of service that pays the bills? And a cookout to plan with our neighbors that will soon be our old-neighbors. {sigh} Ah yes, much to do. I remind myself that it's all good as I start the procession of boxes that will soon fill the spaces where our lives took place. I will miss this house. I will miss these neighbors. I will miss it all. As I grab a tissue to wipe away yet another rush of tears, I remind myself too that I must look forward to what's next. I do trust there are good things in store. And in a few more weeks, Lord willing, there'll be a chance to turn that calendar over once again.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.  

Ecclesiastes 3:1