today's the day...

i woke up at 430 this morning, ready to start the day. apparently, i'm the only one that motivated. my mum, sister, and chris are all KNOCKED OUT!!! we went to sleep at 12 am which was about 3 hours earlier than i anticipated. so that was great! we painted the house last night, living room and dining room. tomorrow am, we can't start until 1 pm to move bc of MANY things out of my control, ugh, i hate surrender! so chris, his mum, and bekah are painting max's room. i'm up, so i'm heading to walmart to get some more boxes....that is the actual reason we got into bed so early. not enough boxes!! i had NO IDEA we had so much CRAP here...

yesterday, i bought a little treat for our new home...as i was walking into the store, i got a FRANTIC call from our realtor stating that our money had not been wired to the lawyers, so the check they wrote to the seller was not going to clear. chris was at the house painting and didn't have a phone....the realtor had said, tell chris to stop painting...it's not your house yet. ...after, melting down on the couch and being saved by a friend who happened by, an hour later, everything was resolved. 

this has not been an easy 40 days. i have complained, whined, not cried much, SHOCKINGLY, but i am reminded of someone else who suffered for 40 days, to a much worse extent than this, and am comforted in knowing that in the midst of our hard time, He is there.

growing up, my mom had "footprints" the poem (?) on our wall and i never read it. it looked so retro and i wasn't interested...when i finally read it...i memorized parts of it...and now 20 years later, ugh can't believe i can say that about my own life, i hold tight to that. "no, my child, it was then that I carried you." i can honestly say, that these past few weeks, i know that i was carried.