Moving

We've known about it for about a year. The time has now come. We must be out by a week from tomorrow. Such an amazing amount of stuff to deal with. Endless trips to the storage. A constant worry about what to give away, what to throw away, what to store, what to save out, what will we need? Will the closing go smoothly? Will there be a last minute snag? What will we do next? Should we act quickly or wait? Will we make a wise next move or ruin our future? It is all bone-acheingly tiring. The house seems almost empty, but like the poor widow's jar of oil, more keeps pouring out of it. Like hamsters in a cage, we keep moving the cedar chips from one side to the other. What is the point? Stuff is a burden. And there is the burden of guilt for holding on to things I shouldn't. And of letting go of things I will need. How to be a good steward of time and effort and space vs. the necessary stuff to make life go on efficiently? There seem to be many questions and precious few answers. Sometimes you just have to make a decision and go with it. Then we enter the realm of spouses who seldom agree on anything on a practical, day to day level. How to synchronize or daily goals and pursuit of them (which seldom jives) in service of the big, long term goals we have that do agree? One more box packed. One more trailer load out of the driveway. One more day toward the next critical event. One foot in front of the other. And trust in God that He will give us enough light for that step.