Has been a lesson in
Patience and waiting.
On the bank, that is.
Everything was super fast
And then Bank of America
Started the loan processes
And it was like we went from
75 mph down the highway
To 25 mph through town.
Then, for the past two weeks,
It's been like sitting in rush hour traffic
And going a mile an hour.
The good news is that,
All the final paperwork was signed by both parties
On Friday.
I guess though,
It's a waiting game for the deed to be registered with
Maricopa County.
I am told
"Maybe Monday?"
And I am praying for the keys by Tuesday.
In a step of faith,
I've taken my two personal days on
Thursday and Friday
To move my tubs and boxes
Already packed
On my own,
And then pack up the other stuff.
Then I am lining up helpers to
Officially move on Saturday
And spend the night there for the first time that evening.
I literally have done absolutely no packing.
You see,
There is no room to pack.
I was using a portion of the dining area to stack and pack.
Then this happened.
The plumber finished on Friday,
Now the ceiling guys have to come out
And fill the hole.
And in the meantime,
This is my bedroom.
(The only place to stick everything that had to leave the kitchen.)
The first morning after I came out of the bedroom,
After moving all of kitchen stacks
Into my bedroom
And on to one side of the bed
Ms. O says
"Oh, good. You made it out alive."
My thoughts exactly.
In preparation,
For some day being able to pack,
I've been collecting boxes
From our lunch crew
And they sit here
Untouched.
In the way.
Waiting.
And,
Despite my efforts to be frugal
(I am so not good at that)
And be wise,
I have picked up some news things
To decorate the house.
All of my current decor is what
I've had for 6-10 years
And I'm sort of over it.
Trying to be smart,
Trying to be careful,
But I sort of LOVE decorating
And designing.
In the meantime,
While waiting to move,
Life goes on.
At home.
At work.
At church.
Things have been insanely busy
And challenging
In entirely different ways at work.
Teenage hormones and emotions raging at every turn.
Teenagers hurting - emotionally, physically, mentally.
Teenagers testing boundaries.
But, I love it.
But, I love them.
On the home front,
The girls are well.
Same old, same old in many ways
And with many issues.
And same old, same old with the CPS issues
The girls still have not had a visit with their mom or brother
Since December.
The girls still have received no therapy - after 10 months in the system.
The girls love each other and then are
Screaming at each other faster than I can blink.
But, Ms. O's stubborn streaks are passing faster
And she is reflecting and apologizing on her own.
While Miss M's bottom lip and baby talk
Still rears it's ugly head more than I like,
But she is learning it's not all about her,
And learning to stop and think before blurting things out
(Sometimes.)
And I am learning to trust
Learning to let go on the "little" things
Learning to look for the good
And not focus on the negative.
So grateful for my church
And the teaching of the Truth
Interlaced with Grace
Every single week.
Storytelling has been a treat -
Seeing it's my one time a week I get to truly teach
A group of children who tend to be a captive audience.
And each week I am learning new things
About my God
About my walk with Him,
That challenge me and encourage me.
Moving forward to the call to be a small group leader,
And praying that the Lord allows the opportunity to weekly
Invite fellow believers in to our home
To learn
To pray
To support.
February already.
2013.
Wow.
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