Sunday, December 19, 2010

Turn Off the Faucet

Twice in almost as many days I've become a fountain.  The first occasion occurred when my friend J dropped off her son for the boys' last sleepover before our move.  I was managing my emotions (stuffing them as deep down as possible) until P disappeared as quickly as he got into the house and Jill tried to get him to come back saying, "But I wanted to be sure I got a picture of you guys."  Cue water works.

Today, it was our last Sunday at church.  I pray that those there understood that I was overwhelmed not rude.  Okay, maybe overwhelmed but rude.  I had to leave for a bit or sob uncontrollably. 

I can hardly wait to see what the rest of this week brings.  As we move closer to our farm and tears seem to spring forth unbidden and unwelcome, I hope this verse becomes true in my life:

Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting. 
He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed,
Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.  
-Psalm 126:5-6

1 comment:

  1. I'm so sorry you are so sad right now. Moving is very hard. May God bless you through your tears.