I just found this in my drafts. I meant to publish is last week, but things got a little busy, I guess…So here it is now.

Yesterday was hugely productive! Between Dave’s parents’ 4-runner (no flats this time!), Dave’s car and my parents’ car (yes, my car is still in the shop thanks to Toyota not being truthful), we made three trips back and forth between the two houses and moved more boxes and lose items over to the new house!

Thursday they will come back and we will move what is left: the stuff in our closet & attic. At that point, only furniture will be left in this house and that will all be moved Friday!

And then, this house will be completely empty. It’s weird how it’s coming full-circle. I remember 6 years ago as it was under construction and nearly finished, and we would walk through it, completely empty.

That empty was exciting though because in a matter of a couple months and after we were married I was was going to move in as a newly wed and set up my home for the very first time!

One of my happiest memories of those first couple of months living in this house was our first Christmas! We’d been trying to conceive for several months and were on the brink of discovering we’d have to deal with infertility but that Christmas was filled with so much hope and excitement as it was our first Christmas married.

Look at the boy I married who has since grown into a man. We look like babies in these pictures!

We are not the same people we were in those pictures. Our faith has grown stronger and our marriage has only grown stronger.

This empty is sad. I will miss this house because of the significance of the events that took place in my life while I lived here.

Little Bug’s room brings the most emotion, too much really to try and summarize it in one paragraph right now. But standing in the empty shell of her room it was as if a flashback of memories played in my mind. Leaving this house truly is like leaving my infertility in my past. We are literally moving on. You’d think I’d be glad to leave this place with such terrible memories of screaming in anguish when another treatment had failed, but every single one of those memories I now hold dear to my heart. Even the ugly ones.

Because this house represents the time in my life where God took something ugly and made something beautiful, in His Time.

In the Chronological Bible Study that I am a part of in my church, we talk about “Gap Life” all the time because it is a recurrent theme throughout the Bible. Gap Life is the time between the promises of God and fulfillment of those promises.

My Gap Life was lived in this house. I had the promise of God that He knew the plans for my life and they were plans that would prosper me and give me hope an a future. (Jeremiah 29:11) But, because of my infertility, my life didn’t quite look that way as we lived life in this house. In fact, it looked the complete opposite. It was here I learned of my bareness.

But in His Time, He showed me His perfect, beautiful, miraculous plan.

And life has now moved on from that time. Both figuratively and now, literally.

- Elaine