No, I'm not referring to the lenses.
We sold our house this past weekend, and...we've got 10 days to vacate!
Remember that scene in Father of the Bride 2?
"He paid you $15,000 to be out of the house in 10 days?!?!?"
"I hope you took it, George!" said Brian's dad.
Yeah, that extra cash would be nice, but it didn't exactly happen that way. It's okay, though.
We've felt God leading us in every way, and while we still don't have a permanent house to move into, we're marching forward in faith.
We do have a temporary place, and we're really thankful for that. I don't know how people move multiple times! It's crazy trying to get the timing of things to line up right!
I'm scared to death sometimes when I start to think of all the details that I don't have answers to.
But I have learned time and time again that God is bigger than my fears.
Truth be told, I'm having the hardest time dealing with chaos and mess in the house. I hate things out of place!
But I hate packing things away, too, not knowing when I will see them again.
It's just stuff. I know.
But at the same time, it isn't.
It's processing, and memories, and wondering what the next place we call home will be. And when.
I wish this part was easier.
I wish transitions didn't shake you to your core quite so much.
I wish I had good pony tail hair. I have lazy curls that turn into a frizzy hot mess in this humidity, not the shiny, swingy hair I've always dreamed of.
Oops, that last "I wish" just slipped out on me. =)
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.