Pulling the Plug

Yesterday, in the middle of a conversation with my mother, I ran out of words. The bone weariness of change and coping met the limits of my mind and body and I sagged in my chair unable to think or speak.  Thankfully, inhaling deeply and sitting up straight solved the problem. This is day three of our move, the official day three.  I feel as if we've been moving for months and months now but others recognize the arrival of the moving truck as the official starting place.

Whenever this move began, today we take it to a new level.  Today is the day that we pull the plug.  The computer is being boxed today.  Everything will be moved out of the house and loaded on the truck and the truck will drive away.  There's no going back now. 

We will still be here tomorrow, cleaning, running final errands and saying goodbye.  We'll probably head out around 4pm for our new home.  Closing there is Thursday morning.  Furniture and things to be delivered on January 3.  Out with the old, in with the new.  In a bigger way than ever before.

Moving
forward,
unplugged,
this is the promise that I carry: 

For this day is holy to our Lord. Do not be grieved, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.

(Nehemiah 8:10)