I HATE PACKING!!! Yes, I know that hate is a very strong word, but it is the only word that can describe how I truly feel about packing...I don't like it at all! For those of you who don't know, I have been living in a church building for the last 2 years while friends of mine have been renting my house from me. Now, it is time for me to move back home. I am SO ready for this move and beyond excited to be in my own home...but I hate the packing part. Its amazing how much junk 1 person can accumulate in just 2 years. I am discovering just how much like my dad I can be. I remember my entire life my dad always had change lying around everywhere. He had at least 15 different change cups and jars, and always had piles of change lying around on counters and tables. I'm still convinced that we could have paid for my college with all that change. Well, as I have been packing I have been finding change in little piles all over my house, as well as 5 separate change jars. I didn't even know I was doing it!!!!
I had actually planned on being pretty much packed already. I was hoping to spend last week packing while I was staying at Frank and Carisa's house so I wouldn't have to live in the mess. Unfortunately, sleepovers, recitals, and Kids Day; as well as getting my resume together and applying for jobs ended up taking most of my time. Not to mention, it was all emotionally and spiritually draining, so the packing was put aside.
I am hoping to move on Sunday, but I am no where near ready. My bedroom is completely packed and I am hoping to have the living room finished tomorrow. That will really only leave the kitchen and girls' room to pack up, and neither one has very much stuff. The good part about this is that no one is moving into the church building after me, its going to be empty for the summer. So, if I don't absolutely have to have everything out this weekend. My main goal is to get all the furniture and the main things moved, the rest can happen over time.
Life in general is really overwhelming right now, but I am making it through...and actually with a smile on my face, which could only be God. I am still struggling with money and seeking direction for the fall, but I still have a lot of responsibilities to keep up with. Add to that moving and trying to get things fixed on my house (with literally NO MONEY).
Things are also getting kinda crazy with the kids. On Sunday Bonita was hit by a car. She is fine, but is pretty banged up. She was riding on the back of a mini-motorcycle (which are illegal) and the motorcycle was hit by a car. She went flying and landed on concrete; it is literally a miracle that she wasn't paralyzed or killed. The police are investigating her family now, and the threat of DHS is being tossed around. (Linda and Dario are close to going to truancy court as well, which will automatically get DHS involved). If DHS gets involved again, this could be when their mom loses her kids. Their mom has also recently discovered that she will soon lose a lot of the government money she gets for her kids as they are all turning 18. One sister is already 18, another turns 18 in July, and Dario will be 18 a year later. That will take her from getting checks for 4 kids, to just getting one. So, she is now pushing hard to try and get Linda into special education classes, which will get her more money. Linda's recent behavior problems at school are only fueling her cause, though her teacher refuses to sign the necessary papers. I want to desperately to home school those girls, but I don't even know if I will be here in the fall!!!
Okay, so I think I am rambling now when I really should get back to packing (did I mention how much I really dislike packing?!?). As I look ahead and see everything on the horizon I am so overwhelmed. This week I am holding on to this scripture: "Martha, Martha [Trish, Trish]," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." ~Luke 10:41-42
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