Okay, reworking the schedule

The best laid plans, right?

No boxes got moved yesterday; my main focus yesterday was maintaining my sanity.  Things are just crazy, and I am having to take things about 30 minutes at a time.  My prayers mostly consist of, Lord, will you help me get through the next 30 minutes.

We did get the keys yesterday, but the carpets were being cleaned this morning, so we are waiting to move anything over until that is done.  Plus, no boxes are packed, so it would be hard to move anything over at this point ;).

Today is a new day, though, and I have no where that I have to be until 6:30, so I am pressing on towards the goal.  I am also trying to mainly focus on getting ready for Ada's party and then the focus will be more on the move.

I think the most overwhelming part is that this will be such a drastic downsize.  I look at the tiny rental house and wonder how to decide what to keep, what to store, what to sell.  I confess, I like my stuff.  Isn't there verse after verse after bible verse warning against this very thing?  And, yet, I do, I like my stuff.  And where will we put all of our clothes?  I keep telling myself that if I survived in the dorm with that small space and that even smaller closet, and even came to view that dorm as a safe haven, that this house, too, will one day feel like home.  Won't it?  I am having a few days of just wanting to be to the other side of this season of life.  This, ummm...refining?  season.  I trust that God is refining us.  And, even when my feelings scream otherwise, I really do say, bring on the refinement.

And, in the midst of all of this change, I am reading Nancy Guthrie's The One Year Book of Hope, recommended to me by Jessica, and I am, coincidentally enough, finding much hope there;)  In fact, I read this verse yesterday--

While Jesus was here on earth, he offered prayers and pleadings, with loud crys and tears, to the one who could deliver him out of death.  And God heard his prayers because of his reverence for God.  So even though Jesus was God's Son, he learned obedience from the things he suffered--Hebrews 5:7-8


So, Jesus, perfect Jesus, had to learn obedience.  How did he learn it?  Through suffering.  And I know that what we have experienced this year does not compare to the suffering of others who deal with much more tragedy than this, but it still feels like suffering--just being honest.  But, if this is how we have to learn obedience, then so be it.  Bring on the suffering.

Last night--playing in the yard at the new house (well, new in 1942).  Try not to be intimidated by my amazing photography skills ;)