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We closed on our house in Goodfield on the 21th.
It was definitely bittersweet. We are thankful that it sold and we don't have it hanging over us anymore. From the offer to closing was not as smooth as we would have hoped, but we had so much help and prayers getting to this point and for that we are incredibly thankful and blessed.
Since, we went back to Illinois to close on our house, Gideon's behavior has gotten worse. We did take him to our old house to say one last goodbye. I think it has really hit him that we aren't going back. Until now, I think it's felt more like a vacation. He has also been awful in church, and pulling up Wednesday night he cried "I want to go back to the other church!" It's hard for us, but we can process it. Poor Gideon can't understand.
Our little house in Grabill and our apartment in Pine House are starting to feel like home. The kids love being at both places.
It's really amazing how adaptable we are as people. We still grieve and Gideon is grieving, but how quickly a place, any place can become home.
Our residents struggle. Their home, the environment they left, is one of the reasons they are here. There is too much temptation, too many triggers, abuse, dysfunction, fighting etc. The homes on campus, while comfortable, safe, and beautiful are not where they want to be. I think of how disrupted Gideon feels, how much we grieve, and I can't imagine what goes through the minds of teenagers who have no where to call home.
I already find it easy (maybe I am too jaded from my old job still) to lack compassion. But, I hope and pray, despite crazy behaviors and horrible attitudes, that I can always see the residents for what they are: hurting confused children, lost souls longing for a home.
In Christ
~Michelle
It was definitely bittersweet. We are thankful that it sold and we don't have it hanging over us anymore. From the offer to closing was not as smooth as we would have hoped, but we had so much help and prayers getting to this point and for that we are incredibly thankful and blessed.
Since, we went back to Illinois to close on our house, Gideon's behavior has gotten worse. We did take him to our old house to say one last goodbye. I think it has really hit him that we aren't going back. Until now, I think it's felt more like a vacation. He has also been awful in church, and pulling up Wednesday night he cried "I want to go back to the other church!" It's hard for us, but we can process it. Poor Gideon can't understand.
Our little house in Grabill and our apartment in Pine House are starting to feel like home. The kids love being at both places.
It's really amazing how adaptable we are as people. We still grieve and Gideon is grieving, but how quickly a place, any place can become home.
Our residents struggle. Their home, the environment they left, is one of the reasons they are here. There is too much temptation, too many triggers, abuse, dysfunction, fighting etc. The homes on campus, while comfortable, safe, and beautiful are not where they want to be. I think of how disrupted Gideon feels, how much we grieve, and I can't imagine what goes through the minds of teenagers who have no where to call home.
I already find it easy (maybe I am too jaded from my old job still) to lack compassion. But, I hope and pray, despite crazy behaviors and horrible attitudes, that I can always see the residents for what they are: hurting confused children, lost souls longing for a home.
In Christ
~Michelle
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