I feel a bit guilty. I wonder how many trees gave their lives so that I might have enough boxes to move. Many of the boxes are boxes we salvaged (and yes there are a lot of wine boxes and no I did not buy or consume the contents). I have moved so many boxes that my arms want to stay in a robot-like position.
And then there the books that have filled many of the boxes. I love my books. My books are my friends until I have to move them and then they become the enemy! However, as soon as they are back on the shelves we will be a contented community again.
As I was packing my office I came across pictures, notes, and gifts that I had been given by members over the years. These pieces of the past invoked memories of blessings and the joy of serving God. I can hardly wait to begin building new memories and relationships which God will bring our way as we are allowed to serve the new community of faith I have been blessed with.
It is so much easier to unpack than to pack!