Next week I will be childless. At least during the day. My mind keeps running through what I should try to get done. Lots of chores to prepare for an early spring move, which means probably starting school early, which means being ready to begin by early August, which means finishing up this year.....like now.
We're lagging behind on school since we've taken time off to travel. Traveling is education right?
Our next destination is still not set in stone. (sigh)
In the meantime I scour internet realty sites, looking for the perfect next haven. I think about what will not be going back across the ocean. Tempted to just trash all our old stuff (like the sofa and love seat which are falling apart but I can't seem to cut the cord from, and the little girl bedroom pieces that they've outgrown.) We need to ditch these because, interestingly, we won't be taking back any little girls, or boys for that matter, either. (tissue please) I think I'm a little hormonal.
My oldest two leave tomorrow for their third trip to yet another country which used to be hidden behind an Iron Curtain. Who would have ever thought we would be given the chances to travel that we have. I'm so grateful. Tearily grateful. Why would I ever think that any kind of life that I could conjur up would be anything but a shadow of what HE wants to give us in this life? Why do I continually have to REMIND myself to trust Him with these biggies, when all I have to do is look back......and see. I worry about our next roof under which to put all our stuff, not to mention its location in one little speck of space......... while He's quietly given me the world.
Once again I'm reminded that I serve the GOD of details.