Well, it’s done. Our family vacation cottage has been sold. Sigh. The irony is that now I’ve sold it, I can afford to keep it.
Signing the papers at the lawyer’s office wasn’t hard. It was sterile, unconnected. “Sign here, Mrs. Roper.” There seemed no connection to the event actually taking place.
But going to the cottage and getting our personal belongings was very hard with the wash of memories, the gilded pictures that flashed through my mind of all the golden moments through the years. And quite truthfully most of the moments there were golden.
Oh, there was the time one of our boys’ dogs bit the other boy’s son. There was the time the tree fell on the boat house. There was the time a rock took out the bottom of the boat. There was the time Chuck and I got stranded without transportation miles from our place on a cold autumn evening.
But basically times at the lake were times apart, special times, and it hurts deeply to lose the place where we had such joy.
I keep reminding myself that I need to be thankful for the years we had instead of focusing on the loss we’re currently experiencing. It’s like I have to remind myself to be thankful for the years I had with Chuck instead of dreading the years without him.
But I can remind myself all I want. The losses still loom and make my heart ache.
Here is the promise God gave me the morning of the settlement:
With God we shall do valiantly;
it is he who will tread down our foes.
Psalm 60:12 ESV
It may be painful—it is painful—but with God we shall do valiantly!
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