Boxes

A brigade of guys showed up at our apartment this morning. And in a manner of a few hours all that we own is now in a big yellow truck. Just like that. It went so fast, and towards the end I felt like saying, "Slow down! Once we're done, that's it. We'll really be going. We'll have no choice." But the Lord was being so good to me in this. Because all these men who lugged shelves and a huge bed and so many boxes down to the truck are our friends. And even in our leaving they are caring for us in as many ways as they can think of. They made the packing so fast, that now it's done. Like giving us a good push to get us rolling. Because I sure need a good push every now and then. It's pretty astounding that your life can totally up and relocate with a few boxes.