From the weekend, and beyond
Also talked to Kev a bit about "future planning". We've decided that we've made some good progress at cleaning, and now we're going to "clean-for-moving". We have boxes in the garage, and we're going to start throwing away, boxing up, giving away, and generally get ready to move.
No, I don't have any kind of idea where we're going - or even IF we're going. But...things can't go on like they have been. Our lives have been "on hold" for far, far too long. We can't really do anything, because every single thing we need or want to do together has to be crammed into Saturday. FRIDAY and Saturday, if we're lucky and I get to do a 4-day week. And, really...that's gone on FAR too long. I honestly don't know how much more of it I can take - it gets more and more depressing every Sunday night, when I know that I have to leave on Monday morning. Sunday is the Lord's Day, it shouldn't be depressing!
So, we're starting to pack. He agreed that it was a good idea to start, anyway. As I said, I have no idea where, or even IF, we're "supposed to" move. But I figure once we start making the effort to prepare to do so, God will make it clear one way or the other what we're supposed to do - and where we're supposed to do it.
Stepping out in faith, with a fleece that looks a lot like a U-Haul, apparently.
Either way, God's got a lot of work to do. Either He's got to find me a job that I can live with, and with a salary and benefits we can live on, close enough to home so that we don't have to move - OR - He's got to figure out how we're going to manage (financially and work-wise) the massive renovations that will be necessary. Or, heh, a buyer that's willing to buy a sound house that needs some work, for at least as much as we've got left owing on it.
I don't WANT to leave, but I'm preparing to, because I can't keep staying like we are. God, if this is what you want, I'm willing. Sort of. Reluctantly.
But anyway, I'm doing it.
No, I don't have any kind of idea where we're going - or even IF we're going. But...things can't go on like they have been. Our lives have been "on hold" for far, far too long. We can't really do anything, because every single thing we need or want to do together has to be crammed into Saturday. FRIDAY and Saturday, if we're lucky and I get to do a 4-day week. And, really...that's gone on FAR too long. I honestly don't know how much more of it I can take - it gets more and more depressing every Sunday night, when I know that I have to leave on Monday morning. Sunday is the Lord's Day, it shouldn't be depressing!
So, we're starting to pack. He agreed that it was a good idea to start, anyway. As I said, I have no idea where, or even IF, we're "supposed to" move. But I figure once we start making the effort to prepare to do so, God will make it clear one way or the other what we're supposed to do - and where we're supposed to do it.
Stepping out in faith, with a fleece that looks a lot like a U-Haul, apparently.
Either way, God's got a lot of work to do. Either He's got to find me a job that I can live with, and with a salary and benefits we can live on, close enough to home so that we don't have to move - OR - He's got to figure out how we're going to manage (financially and work-wise) the massive renovations that will be necessary. Or, heh, a buyer that's willing to buy a sound house that needs some work, for at least as much as we've got left owing on it.
I don't WANT to leave, but I'm preparing to, because I can't keep staying like we are. God, if this is what you want, I'm willing. Sort of. Reluctantly.
But anyway, I'm doing it.
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