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?