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It's been a stressful time lately, im not gonna lie. The girls have been crazy. I've been crazy. My saving grace has been T who always seems to know when to call or come by. She also seems to have a magical power to get the girls to behave when no one else can. Tonight is the last night in this house with all our stuff..such as it is. Tomorrow the moving truck will be loaded and we will be all packed and ready to move to South Carolina. Big_Daddy is on his way home right now and the girls are in bed (even if the lights aren't off yet). The plans i've been meticulously making for the past week about how the next few days are going to go have been in constant flux. People will call me and ask what the plans are.. then when they disagree they call Big_daddy in ANOTHER state and say how about we do this.. then HE calls and says such and such called with an idea to do things this way. To which i then have to explain that i've already told that person THIS way is how we are going to do it. *SIGH*
I'm trying TRYING to remember that this move is what God wants and my plans are not nessicarly his plans. It doesn't matter when or how things get done as long as they get done. The rest is just gravy. who cares if we start packing at noon or 5 as long as it gets done and Saturday evening I get to see the house God provided for us? NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. NOTHING.
People can change my plans, and they certinly will. They WILL complain that i'm not doing things the way they would. They can and will invite people they think are important. They can and will try to take charge and tell me how to do things. It's just the way things go. I need to remember this is just a little fraction of time. It's all just a blink. Our new life is starting soon. The rest is just gravy.