Change is hard…
Mike and I have been dreaming for years about moving to the land in Georgia and building a home. We have looked at house plans and picked “the perfect one” many times as we tried to consider how to “be reasonable”, but have enough room for family, friends and whoever God sends our way. Dad named the property Camp Peace and Joy, and Mike and I both know it as a place of respite away from the “hustle and bustle” of everyday life. I have no idea what God has planned, but I want to be ready. Mike has been packing up, loading up, and taking up our things to the barn one load at a time on his own. Now that the time is near I find myself excited, but also sad. It is a bittersweet feeling to be leaving the house I have lived in since January 1st 1992. We had three boys when we moved in.; Chris was 5, Matt was 3, and Josh 11 months. I fell in love with the house the first time I saw it, and the large back yard was a bonus. Our house was a “spec” home, and every time we came to look at it t...