Sweet Weeds of Future Inspiration


For several months my husband and I have been thinking about downsizing. Finding a house a bit smaller. Maybe even traveling to a warmer state? But in the back of my mind were smiles and giggles of grand-babies. How could I leave them? Then came an announcement that Grand-baby number six was on the way. The perfect package to rock under the Christmas tree. Still, we live about an hour away from my oldest son and his family. Even worse, we are more than states away from my youngest son and his brood of five who live in South Carolina.

Even our closest family is too far away to scoop our grand-babies up for an hour of play or take them for a ride through a shaded park. It’s nearly impossible for a spur of the moment visit. Rarely, are we able to watch our oldest grand-daughter jump off the balance beam or swirl and twirl in pink satin toe shoes. Everything we do together has to be pre-planned with much of their little lives passing us by. We simply live too far away….

So, a couple of months ago we decided to take the plunge. Make a move that will change the whole of our lives. Find a place to live that will give us more family time and allow us more time to travel too! I worked day and night to get our home ready for sale. No easy feat. Nowadays it must look like a magazine photo shoot. The old adage it true, “You only have one chance to make a good first impression.” After one showing we received a contingent offer which seems to be all wrapped up this week, allowing us to move on to the next phase. Panic has set in because I have no idea where I’m going, and I’m sad at the same time to leave my home. At the same time, I’ll be closer to my family which in the end will all be worth it.

I soon learned that sorting through boxes of memories stuffed in caramel colored cardboard is so very difficult. What to take to the next stage of life? Tape me up and tie me with a string! Of course, material possessions are not the most important thing. Relationships are. My family is, which is the reason for the move in the first place. And yet when I clasp a tiny clay bowl fired and glazed by my son nearly thirty years ago, how can I let go? Why do things like this touch me so?  Forever in the palm of my hand……

Although not finished yet, I’ve done a pretty good job of combing and dividing everything up. There are rows of boxes to take to the next house, wherever that may be, and other’s overflowing with treasures to be donated. Several cartons gently wrapped and packed with dolls carefully chosen for each grand-daughter, many of them handed down from my own mother. If only she were here to one day see joyous little faces pop pink peanuts from the very top! Currently, I’m in the midst of all the ‘fun’ stuff, calling for all inspections, making minor repairs, and praying I find a new home VERY SOON.

Before the end of summer, I’ll be leaving my cozy, turret office space where I’ve written words nearly every day for the last several years. And, yes, the back of my yard too, where deer, turkey, and other wildlife play. My little forest land where red cardinals and blue birds sing in the green of the trees will soon play lyrics for a family of new. They are the perfect couple to live here, which makes for a happy heart beating in my chest. I know the two of them will fill the brick walls of my home with warmth and love for years to come.

This morning, just after sunrise, I woke to walk Doodles where trees and grasses and weeds grow freely not so far away. The air was cool with a slight breeze that rejuvenated me from the inside to the out. Sunlight bounced off tips of trees, angling just right, allowing me to snap pictures of life others might not notice or simply pass by. I, on the other hand, wanted to lay among the damp grass, soaking every wet bead from each emerald blade into my pores while looking into the clear blue heavens above.

Sweet weeds of future inspiration……

 

25 thoughts on “Sweet Weeds of Future Inspiration

  1. You vocalized the fears of uncertainty very well, Kim- glad that you remain hopeful, too. 🙂 Very happy that Jayson and Nichole are having a third! And at least there is no “pressure” or expectation about the sex since they have one of each.

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    • Bless you for reading and commenting, Hannah. I am far behind the number of posts I usually write. When i’m settled in a new home office space, my normal routine will pick up again. My brain is missing my words tapping upon the keys!!!! 😦 Off to read your post! 🙂

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  2. A beautiful, tender post with nods to the past and hope for the future. Having written two books about my relationship with that wondrous place called “home”, I know that there’s home as in a loved building, and home in the sense of what we cherish most. You will make a beautiful new home, blessed by the presence and love of those you cherish most. And yes, the sorting will be challenging – what to leave and what to take — but it will work out, dear Kim.
    A beautifully written piece. Bless you.

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    • Oh, bless you for your words, Cynthia. It already has been a long and daunting process and yet I’ve ‘only just begun.’ Still, I’m beginning to feel more hopeful and excited about the future. It’s the nature I’m having trouble letting go of. The beautiful back of my yard….. Still, in my bones, I feel God has something wonderful waiting for my new words. 🙂 Bless You.

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  3. I wish you luck on this difficult but exciting journey, It must be sad in many ways, but you have words and photos and memories to take with you, Kim. I know you will make a home, wherever you are.

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    • Thank you, Dan. Grand-babies pulling me from the the other side of the river. Their little faces ‘face-timed’ me last evening which put a BIG smile on my face! Many blessings to you.

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  4. Lovely tribute to your home Kim. And new doors will open, so many new stories to be had. I’ve been hearing of several people in the downsizing mode lately. We did that ourselves last year. Glad the hectic time is over. Hoping yours won’t be too difficult. 🙂

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  5. I know just how you feel. 7 grand kids from 2 daughters. Both moved away out of state. I cleared out our junk room to make a sweet nest for them all as they converged here for summer vacation. Everwhere I looked I discovered and wept over their little projects and creations.

    We’ve chosen to stay put. Stay large. The Lord has drawn the needy to our nest to drink from His well. One of our daughter’s with their family of 4 moved back twice for a year+ each. One young mother if two came to live with us for a year with just the clothes on her back. And now another wife is nesting here after fleeing an abusive marriage of 36 years.

    We are seeing the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Miracles of provision and order restored out of chaos. It’s so good God is relational and not prescriptive. He has a unique plan and purpose for each of His lambs. Sweet!♡

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    • Jan, your message has lifted me up. So much meaning in your words of God’s purpose. We have found a home (finally) only five minutes from my oldest son with plenty of room for my other son’s family whenever they visit. I’ve got a month to finish packing and sorting the rest of my life. Still difficult, but a bit easier now that I know where my next nest will be. Still close to nature too, which is so important to me. I loved reading about your family, and how you were always able to be there for them with heart and home. Sounds a lot like me and my husband. Wherever we are, our door is open to all of our brood. Thank you, Jan. Blessings always to you.

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