Hey there, Sweet Friends!  Is it really Thursday already?  I can't believe how the days just sneak on by.  I hope y'all have had a fabulous week so far.  Jon gets home in less than two weeks now, which makes me absolutely ecstatic.  It doesn't even seem real.  While I am undoubtedly over the moon to be reunited with my husband in just a few short days, I feel like I have 861919 things to do in this narrowing (thankfully) window of time.  You know what I mean? 
I started a "to-do" list for work and for home, as well as "to buy" and "to pack" lists.  As soon as I'm scratching something off I feel like I'm adding two additional things back on.  I guess that's the story with life though, right?  I'm scheduling dinners with friends and trying to savor the time I have left with my parents.  I'm finalizing projects at work and preparing a guide for my replacement hire.  It's such a bittersweet-exciting time, this period of transition.  It's a time I've literally counted down every.single.day. for the past six months.  I am so so thankful it's here, but at the same time I'm leaving family, a church and a career I that love.  In the midst of this transition, I am sad to leave people and things behind, but  I am so excited for whatever God has for us in the coming months in our new home.
Dad and I did some figuring the other day and realized that this next move with Jon will be my 14th move in the last seven years. I'm averaging about twice a year, y'all. Crazy. If you have moved, you know how stressful it can be. I somehow fall for the deception each time that if I just make a list to mark off from, and if I just do a good enough job of taping and labeling the boxes, and if I successfully manage to contact all of the proper offices and stalk out the floor plan enough, and bubble wrap our breakables enough, then I will be completely in control of the situation, on top of it all. It seems that these transitions are when I need time with God the most, and also when it's most difficult to find that time to just be still with Him.
“Be still, and know that I am God" --Psalm 46:10
How vital that time is, friends. I'm sure y'all can relate. How do you find time to be still with our Father in the midst of transition?
Dad and I did some figuring the other day and realized that this next move with Jon will be my 14th move in the last seven years. I'm averaging about twice a year, y'all. Crazy. If you have moved, you know how stressful it can be. I somehow fall for the deception each time that if I just make a list to mark off from, and if I just do a good enough job of taping and labeling the boxes, and if I successfully manage to contact all of the proper offices and stalk out the floor plan enough, and bubble wrap our breakables enough, then I will be completely in control of the situation, on top of it all. It seems that these transitions are when I need time with God the most, and also when it's most difficult to find that time to just be still with Him.
“Be still, and know that I am God" --Psalm 46:10
How vital that time is, friends. I'm sure y'all can relate. How do you find time to be still with our Father in the midst of transition?










