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Moving day. The very thought causes my body to tense and my mind to go into panic mode.

When my husband and I got married, we moved into our first home three days after our honeymoon with only a bed, TV snack tables, a couple of bean-bag chairs, and all our wedding gifts.

Fast-forward twelve years. We sold almost all our furniture (yes, by now the house was full) and moved from Florida to South Carolina with our few belongings and our two kids. We lived in one large upstairs room in my grandparents’ home while building a house, which we have now been in for almost forty years.

That’s the extent of my moving experience, unlike my friend Carol Stratton, who wrote a book called Changing Zip Codes: Finding Community Wherever You’re Transplanted. After moving over twenty-plus times, she became somewhat of an expert. Her book is filled with tips on making the transition easier to manage. How I admire her.

One of these days—hopefully soon—we will move from our location to a much smaller home. I love the idea, but the process of getting rid of all our junk and the actual packing and moving process seems overwhelming.

But there is one moving day I don’t need to dread—the day I transition from this earthly life to my heavenly one. There will be no sorting, packing, or cleaning. No decisions about what to take or leave behind. And no confusion about where to live because Jesus promised to prepare a place just for me. In the blink of an eye, I’ll simply change my zip code to my forever home.

Are you ready for moving day?

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