I was about to write an entire post on how torturous it is to move our family. We have so much stuff. SOOO much junk.

How did we accumulate so much stuff in three years? Of course, its everyone else who has junk. All my stuff is really necessary or really cool treasure.

Actually I have decided to go through all my stuff and throw out the junk. I had lots of things, some found, lots given when grandmothers moved that I kept hanging on to, thinking that I would have my own home some day. That I would need it when I was setting up house. But, for whatever reason, God has not brought that into my life. I will just get rid of lots, not needing to hold on to so many material objects. I will just trust that God will provide for me when the time comes.
I was about to go on about how tired I am. As I tried to get some sleep, sharing a mattress with my sister on the floor of the living room, all kinds of things woke me up. My brother, who evidently encountered a large scorpion. My mom's dying cell phone. People going to the bathroom.
I was about to complain of how I can't find my clothes. How tomorrow is Monday and I now have an hour drive to work.
BUT GOD......has intervened.
I am listening to a sermon that I have a podcast subscription to. It is about life in the word. Of not wandering from God's word. Of hearing the Spirit of God. Because His word is truth. Because He is so good to give us grace. To give us His word. Because His grace is sufficient to carry me through all these little things.
Because GOD IS GOOD. And all things work together for the good of those who love Him.
Helping us move makes our friends lose their minds:

Houses always look so big before we move in: