Prayer

I discovered a new blog, heartbreaking and yet what faith. With the promise that you will cry with this family, I encourage you to visit and to pray. Oh please pray for them.

For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Holy Spirit in the inner man; so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fulness of God. Now to Him who is able to do exceeding abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen. Ephesians 3:14-21

Burdens

We are here in Pennsylvania and the important stuff has been unboxed, the neighbors met, and the internet hooked up. Obviously it is time to blog.

I wanted to compose a deep, meaningful first post in PA, just as I wanted to compose a deep, meaningful last post in MI. Something about discovering God's purposes in bringing us here to this very house on this street in this town, but that isn't for today as my heart is burdened for those living so very close to us. I wonder what will happen to those factory workers who lose their jobs when the company Chris works for moves their particular assembly line to Mexico. A small tidbit of information we didn't know when he took the job. And the very selfish, very human part of my heart worries over their plans for the design division.

But I must not worry or wonder. I must pray. Pray that this company will treat its employees fairly, justly, and gracefully. Pray that those who are losing their jobs will receive the training and assistance necessary to find new jobs, that God will give them peace and will meet their every need. Pray for the victims of the tragedy up the street, for comfort. Pray for the children so often overlooked in considering the consequences of the actions of those adults given them, for protection and supernatural love. Pray for my own child that God would shelter her from this world she must live in and these parents He has given her. Pray for the elderly on this street who have watched their neighborhood once safe, bustling, and prosperous fall into poverty and all those ramifications, for encouragement and peace. Pray for those of us with the responsibility and the power to make changes so the elderly can feel safe to hand out candy on Halloween, for boldness and truth to go forth, for a plan.

Be anxious for nothing, but in all things through prayer and supplication with thanksgiving present your requests to God and the peace that passes understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

One Last Michigan Post

I planned a profound post for my last. Something about Abram being called away from his home.
But, it is not to be. Yesterday, the mover came early and packed our basement, living room and most of our dining room. In the afternoon. Notice too that I said mover not movers. He is worried that I will not have the kitchen ready to go.
So this is it. The last post from Michigan.

Count-down

I was going to say something profound today, but am worried about getting everything done before we move.

This time next week our stuff will be loaded onto a truck heading for Pennsylvania and we will follow Friday afternoon.

There is a dumpster sitting in our driveway that I am worried will not be big enough. The thrift store people are coming Saturday to pick up a bed, a desk, and shelves. We have stuff to go to the Restore (a construction thrift store) and stuff to return to Lowes.

I have lists of people to call and lists of things to do. I have a list of things we are taking in our cars and a list of things I require new when we move (dish strainer, mop, broom).

We have a stack of paper to sign for the relocation house sale, though our house hasn't sold. And we have food to eat. I know most people have food to eat, but we have a deadline for eating said food--next Tuesday.

Why am I blogging, again? Perhaps I don't want to think about the countdown right now. Off to yoga.