Will we EVER Move?

This question is just pressing on me today. I suppose I’m just tired. I cleaned up my front yard today. It looks gorgeous! It was hard work though. My teens were painting and my princess helped us all. We STILL have lots to pack – you’d think we would begin to run out of stuff! The only thing we seem to be running out of is time and food! So I decided to put a new element on this blog…take the survey

Sleepless

"Now Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not
see" Hebrews 11:1

It is two o’clock in the morning…why on earth am I awake? Good question, I have been asking myself that question for the past hour. Perhaps it is because we contacted a realtor yesterday. This is really going to happen. We really are going to move away, really going to sell my house. Now, never mind I have been wanting out of this house for the past seven years. Never mind that we outgrew this house long before our little peanut came along. This is MY HOUSE. Soon I will be moving back into my mother’s house. Can I express the strain of that enough? After 22 of keeping my own house in my own order, or lack thereof, it was my space. Soon we shall see if two strong willed women can share the same house…
I suppose this is what that verse is all about. You see I know it is God’s will for us to return home. It is time to care for mother. Not that she’s ill or failing in some way; oh no, FAR from it! My mother is as feisty and sharp as ever. No this second stage is all about passing the torch if you will. We are also going to be missionaries to our families. THAT scares me; you see I know how much I fail. I am a broken vessel. So often I slip into mediocrity being simple, dense and occasionally downright stupid. How can I – failure go and witness to others…especially family? They know me, they know my past, and they got dirt on me. They’ve seen more than one slip.
Fear. Jesus tells us not to fear, yet often I do. Faith. Faith is being sure of what we don’t see. Many times God has done wondrous things that I never saw coming…refer to previous paragraph I am often simple. Sometimes I wonder if He sighs in exasperation with me. So often I’m like Moses who questioned God on his wisdom to choose for an assignment. Who me? Surely not, there are better choices. People who can speak better, have a better education, a degree in something, a more mature understanding of the scriptures, a better memory and can quote those scriptures, who can spell without using spell check. (Now you know my dirty little secrete) Faith comes be hearing and doing the Word…that’s somewhere in Hebrews – I think.

enjoy some pictures of my angels

The virtues of Good Will

Today has been full of lots of list making; call this person, make that appointment, pack a box…always pack a box. Instead of having a yard sale we decided to drop off our things to the local Good Will. Funny I thought we had more stuff than that. It felt good to get rid of something! Its tax deductable too! No more yard sales for me, no sir! They are just to demanding, and then people don’t want to pay any money for anything! Of course I’m the same way…after all it’s a yard sale!

Soon we won't be in Kansas anymore!

Now faith is being sure of what we hope and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1
The LORD is faithful to all his promises…The LORD is near to all who call on him…Psalm 145:13, 18
Out of all the verses that speak to me I believe Hebrews shouts to me. As the boxes pile up around me and more and more of my creature comforts are packed away I remember this is a step of faith. We have now gone the way of paper and my teenagers are celebrating! If fact they are trying to devise a way to cook with paper pots and pans! (Joking) Although, they would really love that idea. You may not be aware that yours truly is a slave driver who despises dishes and happily delegates them to the nearest teen…usually the oldest. We lovingly call her Cinderella! Poor tiny Tinkerbelle wants to do dishes but alas she is too small! My middle child – its finally hitting her. We are leaving, leaving our home, her friends and the way of life that she grew up with. Perhaps I will call her Dorothy today!