“When one door closes, another door opens; but we so often look so long and regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open.”
~ Alexander Graham Bell
Having lived in many different places, I have come to deeply understand how you can leave some of yourself behind when you move away. Memories become just that- no longer living in a certain home or town, you can't look to a spot and say, "That is where we picnicked." or "Remember when she took her first steps right there?"
There is a beauty in living in one town or home or area from the moment you marry and begin to raise a family. Your family and children can have deep roots and combined memories of that place- because virtually everything happens there.
While we have had many adventures in different states, for the most part we can't visit those places and reminisce when we feel like it. It's rather sad, honestly.
I have always enjoyed the art and thoughts of Mary Engelbreit. Her artwork above struck me recently. I realized that it really is easy to look back, regretfully and longingly on closed doors and past roads. Does this add to my life in any way? To long for things I no longer have, to wonder what life would be like now if we had chosen differently?
That, my friends, is a recipe for misery.
We all make mistakes, life throws us challenges and new opportunities.
We carefully make choices based upon the knowledge we have at the time they're presented.
That's truly all we can do.
The last home we left was amazing. We were so blessed to be surrounded with the comfort and beauty of the place, the peacefulness of the land that filled our souls. I've had many a pang of regret for having left.
We made choices. We chose to move closer to family, to move back to an area where we have strong roots and are surrounded by good people.
Because those things really matter.
Has it been easy? Definitely not.
I have longingly pined for my past home as we waited almost two years, living in a furnished rental. I have missed my Ponderosa pine trees and green grasses and snow-covered hills as we've tried to wrestle out an existence in a drier, wilder climate.
Every step of the way, this new place has been difficult. We've had our doubts and have wondered, why?
Why is everything so hard, when we felt sure of our plan to return here?
Little by little, we are being comforted. God is revealing that His plan for us is better than what we thought we wanted. As we've let control of the details slip through our fingers a little at a time, we are shown more and more that He is mindful of us, He knows what will make us happy and if we just allow it, He will take care of things.
I can't tell you how good it feels- to let go of the reins of life somewhat, get out of my own way and know that my Father is caring for me.
I am learning to look forward to doors that are opening, new pathways being cleared.
I am thankful.
