Tomorrow is the BIG day.
We officially start our move tomorrow. Ryan will be out of town (isn't that nice?) so I will be heading up the first part of the move that mainly includes cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning of the new townhouse. My parents are coming for the later part of the week to help out and Ryan has an extended weekend coming up, so we should be good.
BUT I'm not doing so good with all of this. I've been having a hard time sleeping and my head hurts all the time. Like right now. I'm going to miss our house and the uncertainty of what we're doing is starting to get to me. I was trimming our bushes yesterday and I actually started crying thinking that it's the last time I'll be doing that in this house. I'm just an emotional mess and I feel very anxious about EVERYTHING.
BUT I also have that "still small voice" in my head that's been trying to comfort me. I know that God is in this and I know that he's been trying to encourage me and remind me who is on the throne. I was getting ready to post these pictures and as I was looking at them God started to quietly speak... He reminded me that I need to be like McKenna...sitting there NOT worrying about the waves that could come and wipe her away at any moment. Her daddy is there with her and she TRUSTS him to take care of her, just like I SHOULD BE trusting my Heavenly Father.
After all...he will scoop me up at just the right moment...
And he will hold me until the waves of life subside.
He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
Psalms 143:8
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.