I was counting it out today. I’ve moved 7 times since I married 28 years ago. Every single time there was something better that waited. We always knew when it was time to pack it all up and leave. Things closed down around us as a stirring made it’s way in, inviting us to leave the familiar to experience something new. Whether a new town, fenced yard or more living space it was always worth pulling up the stakes. The hardest relocation for us all was moving to a new town. Everything familiar we had known was left behind. Not only did we leave a house full of wonderful memories we left relationships with good friends. What would happen to the bonds we had formed? It’s always in the back of your mind when you step out into fresh territory. Will the connections stay through life’s horizons? Most of them don’t. Distance creates a separation causing the impromptus to be left behind. Dear people who have been part of life changing events are forever etched into your soul. Yet keeping touch often becomes difficult, causing the strong, intimate bond you once shared to wane. I hate leaving dear friends behind. It’s the hardest part of all. I feel God stirring in me again these days, urging me to uproot from my old blog and move to a completely new home. Something awaits me in this place. It stands by waiting to be revealed. I feel the tearing of my soul as I leave good, faithful friends behind. Will l I lose touch with those I’ve come to know and love? I want to keep the bond of relationship… yet I know a new horizon waits. I’ve had the old blog now for over 5 years. It all happened by accident, really. I signed on to respond to a friend and ended up with a blog of my own. It sat dormant, untouched and forgotten for a while. A year later I went to visit that same friend’s blog and remembered mine. I unlatched the door, dusted off all the furniture, opened all the windows and took up residence. It’s where I’ve been since 2007. So much history rests in that old blog home. It has become a sacred place of my soul, my heart is breathed into the words that fill the pages. It’s hard to pack up and leave it all behind. I find myself wrestling between two places. Will I leave the old behind to step into something new? I’ve packed things up to move. I’ve come to this, my new home. It’s time to meet the neighbors. The doors are open. The welcome sign is out. You are invited. I hope you join me as I walk out my long and winding road.