Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Bridge

If I have had one person I have had 10 ask me- so how is the un-packing coming.... I will tell you that it is come and gone. Whatever is unpacked- is unpacked. Yep there is a ton of boxes in the garage- but I think they are nestled in there and they are happy right where they are sitting. Who am I to disrupt the friendship of boxes one with another? Who am I to nudge, push or even move them? Am I a meddler of friends? Not a all. They can sit and rest.

I had someone ask me last night how I felt in this move and I said I feel great. I then went into this secret chamber that I call my plastic face and put on a huge grin.

Do I feel great- Yes - honestly yes.
Do I feel sad at the same time Yes- honestly yes.
Do I fell excited about new friends - Are you kidding I am a HUGE people person.
Do I miss my old ones and feel a little lost without them- The crowd roars yes!

I know that the Lord is the one that opened the doors, did the planning, and the working in all of this - but in all honestly -I miss my world, my routine, and my old friends. Remember I am the one that freaked out at my old job if someone moved my stapler and did not put it back in the same spot? (Yep prayer is needed people)

I had someone else tell me that oh well you are an MK you should be used to moves. I think that MKs ARE used to moves- thus it is harder on them. Because everytime you pack and unpack boxes it opens up and peels of layers of pent up goodbyes from the past.

Mks are for the most part migrating beings. You don't attach yourself mentally knowing that the time of separation will come. I am reminded of a time when I was four and thought that licking the frozen door frame at my Dad's church would be lovely. Note to self- it is not lovely. It froze the layer of my tongue to the door. Since I was four and did not want to wait for help. I yanked my tongue off of the frozen door and left a fresh layer of skin as a souveneer. That is what moving feels like to MKs. It is there. You know you are going to have to face it- but yet you loose a little bit of yourself every time you do it.

To say that I am excited about what God has in store for us is inadequate. I have litterally had five friends in the past week tell me of family/friends that are in Cabot that they want me to reach out to. I am excited about those doors that are going to fly open, the new frienships that are going to be made, and the lives that we can touch.

But yet there is a nostalga for home. Knowing where things are in your cupboard, knowing which light switch works which light. Knowing where to get your oil changed, knowing how to get to the post office. These are all silly little things that change brings. It is stepping out of your comfort zone into the not so comfort.

Robert Johnson is an amazing person. He is a great husband, father, friend, photographer, designer, MK and the list goes on. I was looking at his pictures from a recent trip he took and came across this bridge picture. I looked at it and looked at it. Suddenly I started to cry for no reason at all. I thought wow Cylinda - you really need some sleep- then it hit me. I am on that bridge right now in my life.

I have left one shore and am being led to the new one. Right now I am in the middle of that bridge.

I don't know where you are today in your life, your walk with God, your realationships but I know that there are a lot of you that feel like you are standing on the bridge. I want to tell you this. God is the God of completion. He is with you no matter what. Don't look down at the waters that are swirling beneath you. Look at the bridge that HE has formed to get you to the other side. He is right there with you.

Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Phil. 1:6


~Violet~ said...

Thank you so much for the uplifting words of comfort today. It was most def for me! I haven't checked your blog in several weeks, and there it was...speaking to me. I needed to be reminded I am standing on the bridge He formed and it will take me over the "swirling waters" of life, that right now seem really out of control.

God Bless You! & thanks so much for sharing a part of your life with us. You are definitely touching lives.

Girly Muse said...

Well said, my sweet friend. I love that picture and so thankful that God gets us to the other side.

Praying for you in this transition. I know it isn't easy, no matter how right it feels.

Love you.

Melissa said...

Thank you thank you for getting back on your blog -- I miss my daily readings! I'm so glad you are settling in but at the same time miss you dearly! I am praying for you and the family -- you are such a rock and I know He will guide and direct you all the way -- just take it one day at a time!

I love the who moved my stapler reference!!! That is so me too!

Lova ya girl -- Melissa

Melinda said...

I love you.

Paula said...

Love this!!!!

Christy said...


This is a beautiful post! I was an Air Force kid and then have moved from IL to NC back to IL to TX and back to IL now (oh yeah and IBC too) in my adult life. So I can totally relate to leaving pieces of yourself different places. It's all so bittersweet and I have wonderful friends in many places. You know something funny and random? The name of the street I now live on is Bittersweet Lane!! :) (I think they named it after the flower though.) Anyway, I love your heart... I have been lurking on your blog a little since I've seen it on FB but I'm going to add it to my blog roll because it is funny, thought-provoking and uplifting. Click on my name and check mine out if you want. Love ya!