Moving On, Not Letting Go

My grandparents took their house off of the market, they were not pleased with their real estate agent, and were getting frustrated. But last week they got a call from the real estate agent that they had fired. He said that he had a couple that was  really interested in their house and wanted to know if he could show it. They said yes, and after two showings, this couple made an offer on the house, and on Friday my grandparents and this couple came to an agreement. So that's it. The house is sold. The closing date is sometime in mid-October. We were on our way to the bridal shower of a girl who used to be our nanny when Momma told me this. At first I was VERY excited. I miss Grandma and Grandpa sooo much. It was so awesome to live so close to them, and I want them to be close to us again. Moving away from them was VERY difficult. Then Momma said something that really upset me. She said, "And now that they'll be out of Ogallala we can finally bring that chapter of our lives to a close. We really don't have any good reason to go back there as often as we do now." I was so upset, and then I said something very stupid and rude, I even tried to convince myself not to say it. So as tears and sobs were emitting, I practically yelled, "That's easy for you to say, you didn't have to leave the most amazing friends you have ever had behind." I regretted saying that the instant it came out of my mouth. I felt terrible. Those words tasted like vinegar as they came out of my mouth. I vented to her for the next half hour about how I feel like I am loosing my best friends. I only get to see them once every couple of months or so. Out of sight out of mind. It happens. This isn't the first time I've moved away from friends. Although, this is the first time that I have maintained contact and closeness with a group of friends post-moving. Last week I was able to spend a few days with some of them at All State Choir Camp at UNK. At the first meal I turned to Syd and said, "I've forgotten what it's like to be with all of you guys for more than a couple of hours at a time." It's true. I always feel a little out of the loop, a little like an outsider. And maybe it's because I am an outsider. I don't know. My family is ready to move on and forget that our little Ogallala Adventure even happened. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Yes, it ended badly, yes it put us in a lot of struggles, yes it was a definite test of faith, but God had us move out there for a reason. I truly believe it. I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know when I will see my friends again. Mom says we will be making a lot of trips on the weekends out to help Grandma and Grandpa pack and to get the tractor and to clean out our last storage unit, but starting labor day weekend I have either a softball tournament or a marching competition on every weekend until State Marching Competition (which is October 26th), so I don't even know if I will get to go along. I knew this transition would happen eventually, but I didn't think it would happen so soon. It's amazing to me how I can plan things out in my head as to the way I want them to go, but God comes along and does His will. That's my pray and plea, that His will will be done through this entire situation, that I would have faith and turn my worries over to Him. As for right now, I will pursue my walk by faith.