Moving

We've spent our last night in our house, and the movers are packing up things now.  Our house is in a state of chaos, and I'm in a state of anxiety.  It's such a battle in my heart and mind.  I'm constantly catching myself being anxious, repenting, asking God to help me to just rest in Him, and repeating that process over and over.  It's frustrating to be such a slow learner, such a slow believer.

I'm trying to remind myself, preaching to myself, that God is faithful and good and designs even the smallest details of my life to conform me to Christ and make me fit for heaven.  At the same time, I'm acutely aware that we're heading into a summer of major transitions, and I'll need a heaping helping of grace to get through it without being irritable, impatient, and unloving to those I love the most.

And as I battle my unbelief, I'm realizing how very much I'll miss the special people in our lives on this beautiful island.  God has been so good to us here, much, much more than we've ever deserved.  He's allowed us to put some roots down in one spot for eight years, something few military families ever experience.  My kids have grown up in a small town, in a small church, with good friends and aunties and uncles looking out for them.  See, Anne, He's always taking care of us, going above and beyond anything we could ever ask or imagine.  Believe.  Lord, I believe.  Help my unbelief.