Two more days

My house sold this month. Almost 14 years here. I am a homebody. Ridiculously so. I finished packing my room today. I couldn't handle doing it all at once. Luckily, I've had someone by my side every time I've worked on it the past week. My safe zone for the past 7 years. This place has been my refuge. I've laughed, mourned, cried, grew up, experienced life, learned to cook, clean, garden, work, everything here. I've experienced dark times here and beautiful times. I have two nights left here. I can't believe this is the end. Some stranger will come and make memories here. Grow plants. Cook meals. Celebrate holidays. Love. Hurt. Live. Here, in my home, well for two more days.
And it's been me and my mom. Easily my favorite person in this world. It's just been us for the past 9 years. We did not have the typical teenage hardships. We actually got along great. And we still do. Had our rough patches, but always came out stronger. This is our last week living together. She got married last night (9 days early thanks to a miscommunication and legal jurisdiction for a marriage license.) She's moving 500 miles away. I'm not losing her, but I am as my roommate.


Two.more.days.


And my whole world changes. I'll spend six weeks in Texas serving as an intern for a youth camp and come back to finish college. I don't know if it will be home anymore. I can't imagine living in Atlanta without my mom around. I can't imagine not spending hours working in the yard or doing some crazy DIY project here.


Two more days and it all ends. God knew all this was going to happen this week. It isn't a surprise to Him. And He isn't freaking out. I HAVE to trust that. I HAVE to depend on Him. My brother says if God didn't give you more than you could handle, you wouldn't need Him.


Boy, is this more than I can handle. And boy do I need Him. Not sure how I'm going to make it through these next two days. Only through Him.


Clinging to Isaiah 43:1-5.