"The Move" Part 4

I was sitting at the computer when I heard the truck rolling up. I glanced out the window to see the truck pulling to a stop at 7:59am.

My heart began beating quickly as I felt anxiety quickly entering into my mind. Tears were in my eyes.

"This is really happening" I whisper to myself.

"Are we making a mistake?"

"What about my friends?...will they forget me?"

"The kids, are they going to adapt ok?"

" This is where my kids were born. I have all my memories here. AJ has come so far fixing up the house from when we purchased it as a foreclosure."

I cry out to God.

I e-mail a friend who has just gone through the same thing. (Thanks Nikki, for your words of encouragement.)

I am feeling tense all over my body, trying to dry my tears as I watch the men exiting their truck.

After a brief discussion how things will go, the men quickly get to work.





After 2 days of packing, they begin loading up everything onto the truck on the 3rd day.

I asked the men if this "blue carpet" was for me since I AM Queen Christine:

I don't think they were amused. Although I was. :)

On the night before I was to leave for Texas to meet the men at our "new" house, I had dinner with my good friend, Amy. After leaving, I took the kids to a friend's house ( Julie) to spend the night. After getting them settled for bed,
I headed towards Amy's house to spend my last evening in Baton Rouge playing games and relaxing with her and her husband.

It was around 9:00 when I left. As I was driving, I came upon a point in the road I was not familiar with. I could not tell where the road was headed, hit a curb, almost went into the other lane, with a car headed straight towards me, spun a little, and then stopped. I was shaken up a lot, the baby was crying, Elijah was still sleeping. I pull over to check the van to see this:

A flat tire. My friend's husband, Clay, who is a mechanic, comes to my aide and we head back to her house for the night. (Thank you Clay for your kindness. You and your family are great blessings to us.)
I head out for Texas the next day after getting a new tire, and a quick, heartfelt lunch made by my friend, Taryn.

I have to say, with all this anxiety I felt on these few days was because I took my eyes off of Christ. I looked to my own strength, which never gets me far. I started to doubt, fear crept in. I was a mess inside.
I thank God for Him restoring me with HIS strength, HIS hope, in my weakness. I give Him all credit and glory for His strength.

2 Corinthians 13:9 (King James Version)

"For we are glad, when we are weak, and Ye are strong..."

To God be all the glory for His strength in this hardship.