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A Healing Decision

If you follow me on Instagram (and you totally should), you already know why I’ve been a little inconsistent with my posts. Hubs and I are moving (dun dun DUNNNNNN).

 

Moving is terrible. I don’t have to tell you this. There’s not a person in the world who says “hooray! I get to try and cram all of my worldly possessions into these flimsy cardboard boxes I found in the recycling bin! Oh yay! I have to deep clean this place that I’m no longer going to live in! Boy oh boy! I’m going to either have to beg for my friends to help me carry a bunch of heavy stuff on their day off or pay hundreds of dollars to hire someone to do it!” No. Literally no one in the world enjoys moving.

 

The whole process is made exponentially more painful when the move isn’t voluntary. If you’re moving for a new job or to a new city, the thrill of a new beginning can help propel you through packing and hauling and cleaning and organizing. Sometimes though, the move is forced. This one for example.

 

Hubs and I found a ton of water damage and mold in our apartment after a particularly heavy rainstorm last month. Long story short, the management of our apartment complex refused to treat the mold (or even remove the visibly moldy, rotten tack strips beneath our carpet) or fix the root of the problem. This left me and Hubs with a decision. Do we stay put? Spray vinegar and tea tree oil on the carpet every week? Buy a dehumidifier to run every time it rains? Hope and pray that the mold doesn’t affect me? Or do we cut our losses and move?

 

The decision was made for us when we found an available unit at a brand new apartment complex with a substantially lower monthly rent than what we’re currently paying, on the ground floor (so I don’t have to walk up stairs), and that is closer to Hubs’ office. We will be the very first people to live in this apartment, and since the building hasn’t been there all that long, there is hopefully not any mold growing in it!

 

Even with all of these motivators, I can tell you honestly that if I wasn’t sick, we would not be making this move. But mold is a serious issue for someone who is already immunocompromised. My poor immune system is already overburdened, and we didn’t feel that it was wise to stay put and risk more exposure to a potentially harmful toxin.

 

We made a healing decision.

 

I saw somewhere recently (and I can’t remember where…thanks Lyme Brain) that those of us fighting chronic illness should treat each and every decision we make with the goal of healing in mind. Is this food healing to my body? Is this household cleaner healing or harmful? How about this shampoo? Are my thoughts helping me heal or holding me back? What about my environment?

 

When I applied this kind of thought process to our moldy apartment, the answer was obvious. We needed to move.

 

So here we are today, up to our eyeballs in boxes, trying to prepare ourselves for what’s about to unfold. My anxiety is sky-high. It has been, quite literally, incapacitating for much of the past month. Today though, the day we get our keys and officially begin the process (as if we haven’t been packing already for weeks), I feel strong. I am stating and believing and standing firm in the fact that this is a healing decision.

 

It is apparent that the Lord has had His hand in this healing move as well: from the apartment that we found to the fact that a lovely couple who we met only a few weeks ago has volunteered their Friday night to help us lug our heavy stuff across town. Every step of the way, God has met our anxieties with His peace and our doubt with His provision. What a blessing!

 

Moving forward, I’m going to continue to analyze every aspect of my life to determine if I am moving towards healing. I would encourage you, whether you are ill or not, to do the same. This is a practice that I believe everyone can benefit from, so long as we are willing to make the necessary changes when areas of our lives are more harmful than helpful. What healing decisions can you make today?

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2 thoughts on “A Healing Decision

  1. I love this! And oddly enough I love moving too. Seriously. In my 18 years in South Africa, we moved 16 times and since then (another 18) I’ve moved 11 more times! I find it exciting, hard work, but exciting. Granted the last time was the first time I was unable to help at all. Not so fun.

    I love the idea of deciding if something is healing or not. That is a great way to make decisions! I hope you’re settled in nicely xx

    1. Oh my goodness, you must be one-in-a-million Char! Next time we move, I’m going to hit you up to try to figure out what it is that you do to make the process enjoyable! It’s definitely less fun (but often more important) to move when you’re sick. I’m glad the idea of healing decisions resonated with you. I’ve continued to make healing decisions since the move, and I find it to be a really useful tool!

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