The final stage of grief is acceptance. Acceptance that what has happened has actually happened and that you can move on with your life. I am there.
Perhaps not 100%, but I have come to the point where I have stopped fighting the inevitable – HS2 is coming through my home whether I like it or not, and there is nothing that little old me can do to stop it. The only thing that can change this (in my opinion – and I know others might disagree) is for the government to change its mind about the whole project or run out of funding.
So where does that leave me?
It leaves me sat here looking at solicitors, surveyors, compensation, blight notices and all this mumbo jumbo. Luckily I have a husband with a law degree to help me out, but it is still mind boggling. Three years ago I chose a place to settle with my family, and now I have to chose all over again. I don’t know where we will end up. I don’t know when in the next few years we will move. But move we have to.
I am still loving this community, and everytime I see neighbours in the street and enjoy talking to them it is tinged with sadness. I am still loving the home that we have made here and how we have decorated it to suit us. But it is just bricks and mortar, and the words of a favourite song keep coming back to me lately:
“Where you go, I’ll go. Where you stay, I’ll stay. When you move, I’ll move. I will follow.” (Chris Tomlin – I will follow)
I have always said that I will listen to God and go where he wants me to. I followed him to Mexborough and rooted my family here, but now he is saying to get up and start looking for a new community to light up and a new home to build. If the light stays in just one place, then how will the whole world see it?
Please pray for wisdom for me and my family as we step into this period of action and start to look for a new place to call home. Thank you x