One week left. I’m abandoning the to-do list in a frantic attempt to re-prioritize. I’ve hit the point of no return –the point where you solemnly and sadly acknowledge that, no, it simply isn’t all going to get done, and it’s time to decide what is.
The passports arrived yesterday (join me in singing the doxology, won’t you?), but all the packing and cleaning and arrangements (we’re keeping our apartment, but, of course, bills must be paid while we’re gone) need to be made. In a week. I’m refusing to panic. Because this is what God wants us to do, what we’ve dreamed of doing for years, and I flatly refuse to let Satan steal the joy of finally getting to do this (insert raspberries here). I’m just not going there.
Tonight Sam and I are journeying to Green Bay to see Randy Stonehill (Stonehill fans might recognize the title of the post…), and celebrating our 15th anniversary early, since we’ll be in Metlakatla getting acclimated on the 9th of July. It’ll be a nice way to relax and get my peace on before all the hectic-ness of next week.
Prayer requests? That I’ll be able to put to work my slave labor children :), and use this as an opportunity to be an example of self-control in the midst of stress and pressure, and that I can aim them in the direction of servanthood, something I’ve done haphazardly, but hope to do intentionally, especially this summer. Even three days of having the kids home full-time has opened my eyes to lots of areas that God’s hung his “under construction” sign in their hearts (ahem, and mine). Also, I could use some prayer support that I’ll keep preaching the Gospel to myself and remember that I’m doing God’s mission, not my own, and I’m not candidating for a God pageant, I’m just doin’ my job. My type-A ness tends to rear its ugly head most during times like these, and I need it to be squashed and defeated. Thanks. More later as the journey progresses…