Precious possessions turned harmful hazards hauled
A way to move on.
But how do I move her things and respect, honor, and consider her all at the same
Time to remind myself that to respect, honor, and consider her is to keep her safe
And sound the alarm: This. Is. HARD!
Knock, life for us is as unpredictable
As He is faithful!
…to do what He said
She said, crap always swirling in my mind! Just stop it already!
Set… go … ahead and say it: I am tired. I am scared.
“… I AM that I AM!” sent Moses, saved her, sees her, sustains
Her name is Mama to me and Daughter to Him, Abba, Father… “who art in heaven …” is where our hope
Lies and fabrications are mounting up! But
the Truth is …
As I saw the movers move her precious possessions, I did not shed the tears I expected to shed.
I did not lose the breath I expected to never see again. I did not feel the palpitations I expected would
wreak havoc in my chest.
I was at peace. She was at home and it was ok
To not be ok! I am almost done.
But before I go, I must share this: that truck was full because her home was full. Her home was full
because her life is
Full of twists and turns, ups and downs, good days, difficult days
She knows where to turn and days she does not
Know that I am grateful!
It needed to be done and it has been done.
The sign now reads “Sold” for all to
See what God has in store for all who trust in Him!
Those precious possessions turned harmful hazards have been hauled
A way to make
Room 103 is where she now sleeps…
Safe and
Sound the alarm once more: I. Am. Moved!
