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Moving Schmoving!

Phew!  With 9 boxes left unopened, I'm finally starting to see the end in sight!  If you had seen the boxes we moved on Saturday, you would understand what a triumph that is! :)  It has definitely been a whirlwind of blood, sweat and tears --- literally!  If you haven't heard me say it yet, I'll say it again: I HATE MOVING.  There is little to truly enjoy about the process, in my estimation....maybe it's because I have done it 4 times in the last 4 years....Regardless, the effort that it entails is purely ridiculous!  One of my helpers informed that she had been thinking about moving, but now that she remembered how unpleasant it was, she was thinking about not!

Now, yes, the end result should be enjoyable...and sitting in our new living room last night and watching Hawaii 5-0 On Demand was pretty nice.  And, each time I look at the curtains and curtain rod that I hung, I have a tinge of pride.  But, I can't help but notice the things that haven't been done yet, by myself or my recently-missing landlord.  Ceiling fans aren't working correctly, doors have huge dents, don't get Michelle started about what the under-side of the stove hood looks like!, and don't get me started about the love...well, really, hate/hate relationship I have with the bathroom!

Okay, no, it's not all bad and I have to admit I loved getting to work in 8 minutes this morning!  So, why all the complaining?  Because, I'm not in control.  Yep, since I was little, that's one of my greatest downfalls.  I need to know what's going on, how it's going to happen and the time frame in which it will take place.  The more details, the better.  Leave no stone unturned.  Give it to me straight and right now!

Unrealistic?  Of course, it is.

Yet, if one more person told me it would all work out or that God was in control, I was going to have to pack THEM in a box and mysteriously lose it on the way to the new place! :)

Why?  Because I already know that.  And, I already believe that.

So, again, why all the complaining?

Because I'm human.  And sometimes the best reminder of the Lord's love and care is someone letting you cry, freak out and go a little nutty.....all the while sitting quietly on the other end of the phone.  I know the Lord loves me and is in control ---yep, He was even in control when my car decided that it would be in control this week and not start.  Occassionally, I just need to flip out. 

Sometimes I wish it were acceptable to through one of those baseball pitcher tantrums where they go into the dugout and kick the daylights of the poor, unsuspecting water cooler and then throw everything in sight.  They look ridiculous, but oddly calmer when it's all said and done! :)

Things are getting better.  I'm getting calmer.  The landlord is sporatically showing up.  The kids are easing into their new, shared bedroom (prayers are still needed for them to learn in-sync sleep paterns).  Michelle is enjoying less time in the car and walking her baby to school.

And, I'm still trusting God for strength.  Seriously, I can't imagine what I would do without Him!  Can you imagine a control freak without God?! :)

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