Today was my last day working for CP. It wasn't as difficult as I imagined it would be. On some level it seems like a normal day. The reality that I'm not working at CP full time, hasn't sunk in yet. I don't think the reality will set in for a while.
At the moment, I am excited about my next adventure and my mind is processing all of the details of the moving process. (How am I going to have all of my possessions packed in boxes and ready for the moving truck by Sat morning?) I haven't given myself much time to really process what is happening. I think I am kind of stuffing my heart and emotions, so that I can function.
Jenna has been a God-send to me. She has been living with me since Sept and taking care of Abigail. I know it must have been difficult for her, as I am still internally struggling, and I am not too much fun at home. After Abigail goes to bed, I pretty much retreat to my room or sit in front of a movie. Despite my lack of communication and hospitality, she has been a real gem. She often cooks, cleans, and does my laundry without being asked on top of caring for Abigail. In fact, while I was in Colorado interviewing, she packed up most of my house. Truthfully, I only packed one room and she did almost everything else. What an amazing and thoughtful young woman! I don't know how I would have survived these last several months without her. I'm definitely going to miss her when I move to CO.
While I am still excited about the move, the reality of leaving this house is beginning to set in. As rooms begin to feel empty, memories surface. Tonight I was just remembering the day Jason and I spent in the 18 inch crawl space under the house jacking up portions of the foundation and mixing and pouring concrete. Boy that was a doosie of a day. If I haven't told you the story, you should ask me sometime. I'll give you a hint...the day ended by Jason telling me that I looked like I just got vomited out of the belly of a whale.
I remember the time he screamed at me because I almost got his finger with a nail gun. The day we managed to heft a 500 pound wood and steal beam into the ceiling of the kitchen was also quite memorable. Just thinking about hanging siding on a 20 degree night using out headlamps to see what we were doing still makes me shiver. I also think of the time when Jason was throwing junk out of a hole in second story of our house, and I was neatly stacking it in the dumpster so we could save space and spend less money on dump runs. I rejoice in the fact that the two months we didn't have running water and had to use a port-a-potty in the front yard are now a distant memory.
There are so many memories in this house that we gutted and almost entirely rebuilt. The stories are endless. It is going to be so hard to leave this place.
Not only do we have stories about remodeling, we have endless stories from our days working at CP. Stories that make me laugh and cry. I can't even begin to recount our adventures and the ways we've seen God work through this ministry. I know in the end I am going to miss CP far more than this house of wood and stone.
Keep me in your prayers this weekend as I close the CP and the house on Warpath Drive chapters of my life.
At the moment, I am excited about my next adventure and my mind is processing all of the details of the moving process. (How am I going to have all of my possessions packed in boxes and ready for the moving truck by Sat morning?) I haven't given myself much time to really process what is happening. I think I am kind of stuffing my heart and emotions, so that I can function.
Jenna has been a God-send to me. She has been living with me since Sept and taking care of Abigail. I know it must have been difficult for her, as I am still internally struggling, and I am not too much fun at home. After Abigail goes to bed, I pretty much retreat to my room or sit in front of a movie. Despite my lack of communication and hospitality, she has been a real gem. She often cooks, cleans, and does my laundry without being asked on top of caring for Abigail. In fact, while I was in Colorado interviewing, she packed up most of my house. Truthfully, I only packed one room and she did almost everything else. What an amazing and thoughtful young woman! I don't know how I would have survived these last several months without her. I'm definitely going to miss her when I move to CO.
While I am still excited about the move, the reality of leaving this house is beginning to set in. As rooms begin to feel empty, memories surface. Tonight I was just remembering the day Jason and I spent in the 18 inch crawl space under the house jacking up portions of the foundation and mixing and pouring concrete. Boy that was a doosie of a day. If I haven't told you the story, you should ask me sometime. I'll give you a hint...the day ended by Jason telling me that I looked like I just got vomited out of the belly of a whale.
I remember the time he screamed at me because I almost got his finger with a nail gun. The day we managed to heft a 500 pound wood and steal beam into the ceiling of the kitchen was also quite memorable. Just thinking about hanging siding on a 20 degree night using out headlamps to see what we were doing still makes me shiver. I also think of the time when Jason was throwing junk out of a hole in second story of our house, and I was neatly stacking it in the dumpster so we could save space and spend less money on dump runs. I rejoice in the fact that the two months we didn't have running water and had to use a port-a-potty in the front yard are now a distant memory.
There are so many memories in this house that we gutted and almost entirely rebuilt. The stories are endless. It is going to be so hard to leave this place.
Not only do we have stories about remodeling, we have endless stories from our days working at CP. Stories that make me laugh and cry. I can't even begin to recount our adventures and the ways we've seen God work through this ministry. I know in the end I am going to miss CP far more than this house of wood and stone.
Keep me in your prayers this weekend as I close the CP and the house on Warpath Drive chapters of my life.
4 comments:
Your new Colorado house is SOOO beautiful, I am ready to move there myself! (except for the cold, snowy part)
Maybe you can do some kind of video of your house before you go, to talk about some of your special memories associated with different parts of the house.
We will pray that the adjustment, packing, and preparing go well! --chris f
I'm shedding a tear for you in WI right now. I know that place and ministry was so special to Jason and you. He poured so much of himself into it. My prayers are with you as you pack up and travel to CO.
Joy,
It was an adventure working with Jason. I always laugh when I think about the time he told me to pull that huge tree down and then run away from it when it was falling. :0 It always did work out though didn't it :)
I know how hard it was for me to leave TN, Crossville, CP, our house, the Velkers and you guys! So I know it can't be easy for you. Take time to not have it all together and know we are so excited to make some new memories with you here in CO. Our prayers are surrounding your move, your journey and you and Abigail as you adjust to life out here. We love you both!
You know one of the bitter things about Randy being the Director for so long has been saying good-bye to special people....those I treasured and keep dear to my soul....it sucks being the one left behind....even when I'm one of 9 people here in my abode who miss you...you have been a courageous woman in need of sweet time to collapse and embrace your new path without Jason. You know you always have a place here. Much love and daily devoted prayers always, Renee
P.S. I actually finished Herodotus' Histories....I cried thinking how long this journey has been since we attempted to start it.....But let me say....if you want some CGI cutiepies....check out 300...
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