Part of my major freakout and stress event reflected in the previous entry is I am working towards moving out of the country, for good. I am getting married to the most amazing and perfect man for me. God prepared a great one and W would get all over me for saying I don’t deserve him, I don’t feel like I do because he is way too right for me.
Well, this past Friday, my parents came over to my townhouse and we began the exodus of my stuff. We began to go through things in my kitchen that needed to be prepared for some type of transit to my final destination. I had already begun with my china and some other smaller items. This time, it was more for real. We hauled a van full of stuff back to the homestead where my mom had cleared out her bedroom in preparation for my stuff. To let you know the level of this beginning step let me tell you what I have in the way of cooking instruments. I currently have one black plastic fork to eat with and the middle size sauce pan for cooking. I kept the baby size cheap cookie sheet cause I am sending the good stuff to my destination. I do have my dishes because I decided that to try to haul them would not be beneficial. I have several glasses but my faves are packed and ready to send. The KitchenAid is packed as well. I kept out a couple of things to help in cooking but when you go from a large utensil crock to a plastic cup holding your cooking utensils, it is a shock. My kitchen has bare spots now. It is freaky, odd and exciting all at the same time.
How does this lend itself to the title of eleven duffle bags? Good question. My mom called me yesterday to let me know that my things and the sundry wedding items we had gathered at the homestead has been duly packed into 11 duffle bags and those things are ready to begin their journey to my destination in front of me. It is odd and comforting to know that my things will be ready for me upon my arrival at my destination. I still have several things to buy for the wedding and several things to pack. The first wave is ready to go.
I still feel as though I am going to wake from this dream. I am in the middle of living my largest fantasy. I am engaged to marry the perfect man for me. I am in the process of heading to the destination I knew God had been preparing for me. I am going to participate in and continue the work my parents have engaged in for the past 10 years. I am seeking God’s will and following where He is directing. My exit from my current location will not be easy and I already feel the pain of the move. God will grant the comfort and He has already provided the everything we will all need.
Eleven duffle bags. Odd how it feels like my life can be equated to 11 duffles. Thankfully, my Lord and Savior has provided the means and those 11 duffles will take an amazing journey.
Thank you for your prayers and patience. Keep on praying, I know I need it.
Love you all.
fofinha posted at 10:49 AM
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