My family is in the middle of an out of state move. Can we say crazy time? Oh, my, yes it sure is. We’ve known for a month for sure and in that time we’ve been purging tons of stuff. I’m sure our trash men just love us. Maybe I should bake them cookies or something.
We’ve been looking for a new house with not much luck. That’s until this week. Yes, you read that right. A week before we are to move. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been panicking more than I should about this. It’s like we’ll be homeless with kids and sure family will be close by, but still.
God had to put a check in my spirit. This place we’re getting should be able to close on Monday if nothing comes up. I’m choosing to believe nothing will and all is in our Father’s hands. God doesn’t come in when we say so. Nope. His timing is always best. Be it a week before a move, or a close 2 days before we’re to leave MO for Indiana.
I think we all need this reminder from time to time.