Gypsy winds

I don't guess most people think of God calling them from their home or familiarity as gypsy like but, I do...so here goes. My house is packed full of boxes, barely room to move. All labeled for a house i have only been in once, my kids never. And I am excited and sad and scared and hopeful and expectant and nervous and everything or feeling you can imagine. It feels like giref, but not that bad. Saying indefinite goodbyes to people who are still living. But a death for me of letting go so that God can move in my heart and make room for more love, more friends, more compassion for a people who have never heard of a sweet Jesus who heals and rescues...my life is such a mess of His reconstruction and ongoing renovation so I guess in that way I have a lot to offer. It's so different this time than when we went to Spain with just one kid, hoping to have more. Now we are going with the responsibility of four and the assurance of no more. It's different. And good. And sad.
I have this compulsion to make everything new. All my white house things I am wanting to replace with COLOR! I did this in Spain too. A kind of recreating of myself, brightening my space to help lighten the sadness in my heart, I guess. Somebody needs to psychoanalyze me. Oh wait, no, don't do that!!
So Canada needs Jesus. And we need Jesus. So it should be a good fit, oui? Right now I am overwhelmed with the details of getting everything packed, both in boxes and suitcases for move and travel. Can we talk for a sec about 4 kids, 3 adults and 2,000 miles in the frozen dead of winter...pause and contemplate that for me, will ya? I am sure there will be some musings on that whole experience.
So today is helping my myriad of little people process and grieve and transition in their own little ways...poor Betsie will know no different but the brothers have a lot to face and process and little life schema to really prepare them, which is good. and bad.
Pompey, he gypsy, he moves everywhere like he will be there forever. It is his strength for sure. Me, I go anywhere other than Texas thinking let's give it our all and be ready in a half a heartbeat to head to the motherland asap. It is my strength too. Roots. Wings. We balance each other. And so that is how it is going down. His heart is leaving to begin a new forever life. I am crying just about "see you laters"...it is all the same in the end.