So the past week has been a big fat mixed bag of real life – lots of good and bad all jumbled and intertwined.
Worst: Our sweet, loving, air-headed, free-spirited dog, Maizy, was hit and killed by a car this week. We are heartbroken and angry and not at all surprised. She never had a proper fear of cars, and all she ever wanted to do was run as fast and as far as she could go. But still, it is a heartbreaking loss. Especially so soon after moving.
Best: We are sleeping in the new house! We have beds, a fridge, a microwave, a tv, and a coffee pot. It’s not perfect, but it is so good to be HERE at last.
Not Great: We threw a party and almost nobody came. (I blame late invite + we live VERY FAR AWAY now.)
Really Great: We threw a party and people we don’t see very often came and since they were the only ones we really got to spend good one-on-one time with them.
Not Awesome: Our stuff is still spread between two houses and two storage units. It is getting old and I am starting to have a mini-breakdown from the chaos and the not-settleness of it all. For a serious nest-fluffer like myself this temporary living is first-world torture.
Really Awesome: My in-laws are coming this weekend to help us out and get over the hump (fingers crossed.)
Making Everything Better All-The-Way-Around: Kittens. Earlier this week we brought our new kittens home. They are going to be barn cats and we are already wetting their appetite for what is in store for them. They have been a huge comfort during all the madness and especially in light of losing Maizy.
In the midst of all of this I am doing my best to rest and ABIDE.
I am working to stay present, to not get too far ahead of myself, and to be grateful for all of it – the pain and the joy, because that is what is REAL. That is where the growth is. And that is where God is meeting me. In the middle of it all.
I am grateful for my friends, for my pastor and boss, for our new neighbors, for Sweet Man and my boys, and for everyone who has stepped in to help and make this week better anyway they could.
But I also feel a little bit like Sheryl Crow – I just can’t cry anymore.
Can I get an Amen?
So here is hoping for a good weekend, free of tears and full of laughter – for us all.
See you Monday dear ones –