Let me tell you a story. Imagine a rosebush full of flowers and a gardener. You are the rosebush, the flowers are the things in your life that mean the most, especially the ones you will probably lose when you move and the gardener is God.
One day the Gardener decided to cut some of the flowers off of the rosebush. They were very precious to Him and He wanted to press them in His book so He would always have them and could see them and remember their beauty. Problem was that the Gardener wasn't a bush, and the bush wasn't human. The Gardener didn't have the words to tell the bush why He was cutting off the flowers. He tried, but they were His words which the bush could not understand.
The poor rosebush was hurt and it hurt oh, so bad when He cut off those flowers. They were the bushes pride and joy. It loved them, and thought the Gardener loved them, too. Why oh why was He taking away the only thing worth living for in the bushes life?
But there is one thing about a rosebush that is true in real life. The bush didn't know it then, but the Gardener did. Whenever you cut off a flower, it hurts oh, so much, but when that flower is cut it makes room for another flower, and another flower always grows in that spot, but the funny thing is, THE NEW FLOWER IS ALWAYS BIGGER AND EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE FLOWER IT IS REPLACING. ALWAYS! And if the first flower had been allowed to remain, it would have withered and died, and the entire branch of that bush would no longer be able to bear flowers until the whole bush had been pruned.
Same thing with you, and your move. You don't REALLY understand it all, but endure the pain, and look for the first bud of the new flower on the rosebush, yourself, and thank the Gardener, God, who knew what He was doing and still has your old flower pressed in His book of remembrance.
