Monday night I went completely lovesick over this place.
It’s been this way for a while but it finally reached it’s peak. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I felt sick to my stomach. The thought of any more packing, of any more goodbyes, of any more anything was too much to feel and think about anymore.
You come to the grinding halt of trust in those moments. There is no tomorrow. No tonight. No two hours from now. There is only the presence of God in the now. He says not to worry about the rest. He’s already got that all taken care of. What a promise.
So somehow we keep on going. He keeps going with us, right beside us. Step by step He leads us on. A second wind here. A thrill of hope there. Little by little, before we even know it happened, the bedrooms are packed and our strength is revived.
The kids had a snow day today. The power was out from morning til well into the evening. With 72 hours to go I thought for sure this would put us behind but what actually happened is it gave us a chance to catch up. He gave us a chance to rest.
Once again He provides all we need.
The LORD upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.