Day 4

I think today lasted forever! We have been at the new house all day cleaning. We mopped every floor, cleaned the baseboards, wiped counters, etc...
We got a tiny bit of pool time in.
I took time, today, to really take in and reflect on the beauty all around me. The flowers are blooming beautifully, the grass is green, wildlife was out and about. My daughter and I spent all day cleaning together, and she would look at me and say something and smile, and her big sparkling blue eyes lit up the entire room. my sons laughter and white crazy hair is magnificient. My husband is strong and a calming force. That is a beautiful thing.
I talked to my family today, and I count down the days until they visit.
Yes, it's only day 4 and I have already started the countdown.
When I arrived at the house this morning, there was already a letter there addressed to me! I got so excited! It was a letter from my very best friend. It was full of encouragement, love, and advice. She also reassured me of her visit in only 14.5 short weeks! She knows I am counting down!!
The vanline called and they will be delivering all of our things tomorrow...earlier than expected!! Awesome!!!!
My husband, kids and I will have approximately 150 boxes to unpack. It overwhelms me just thinking about it!!
I am looking forward to sleeping in my own bed.
I am really looking forward to finding a good church. That is not an easy task, and we loved our church back home. I can't wait to find a cd player in the boxes so that I can play my christiam music. It encourages me so much and really lifts my spirits.
My son hasn't exactly been acting like himself. He is not listening and is acting out. It is almost like he is having a hard time resting...it is heartbreaking because I know this is his way of "grieving" the way things were.
Everything he has been used to for six years, with the exception of his parents and sister, has completely changed. How can a kid his age possibly understand what is going on? I don't think he does, and that is why he is acting out. My mom thinks he will probably get better each day and I really pray she is right. I love him so much and to see him struggling just physically hurts me.
Well, tomorrow is delivery day...I can't wait to sit in my favorite chair again.
A friend on facebook told me today to "rise to the challenge."
That was excellent advice. Every time I feel like just crying and going back to Illinois, I have to rise to this challenge. My dad recently told me that I was a soldier and that I was strong. He was right; hevalways is.
So, I will continue to "soldier" through each day. Fear and tears are perfectly ok, but I won't allow them to take over.
Jesus loves us so much, and I know He has a plan. We are praying that he leads and guides every step we take and that He fills us with His wisdom and discernment. With that, there is no way we can fail.
No matter what...