Things are all amiss in my home.
I have taken pictures off the walls.
I have lovingly put mementos and items that I have not seen for a long time back into the darkness of the box that they will call home for at least 7 months.
My nice furniture has been wrapped with cling wrap in the hopes that they will stay nice looking through yet another move.
There are pathways through the house, piles of belongings that I will be putting away in a garage to wait for another time to come out again.
And amidst all this mess, there is some peace. Many people have said that this is really a raw deal. How can you handle all this? I do not know where the strength is coming from when I feel every fiber in my body scream out from lack of sleep, lack of proper nourishment and that feeling that this just might be the straw that breaks my back. But every morning I pull myself up off the floor and go back to packing, cleaning and moving forward to our next destination. How do I do it?
A friend sent this to me and I would like to share it with you......
This is my life, it is a big old mess, but in a while it will be beautiful again and I will be able to know that with my Father in Heavens' help that I made it through another rough spot and will have something wonderful to remember it by. The memory of a wonderful woman that gave me life, faught a good fight and found rest at the end of the road.
My nice furniture has been wrapped with cling wrap in the hopes that they will stay nice looking through yet another move.
There are pathways through the house, piles of belongings that I will be putting away in a garage to wait for another time to come out again.
And amidst all this mess, there is some peace. Many people have said that this is really a raw deal. How can you handle all this? I do not know where the strength is coming from when I feel every fiber in my body scream out from lack of sleep, lack of proper nourishment and that feeling that this just might be the straw that breaks my back. But every morning I pull myself up off the floor and go back to packing, cleaning and moving forward to our next destination. How do I do it?
A friend sent this to me and I would like to share it with you......She told a story about a boy and his mother. The mother was embroidering and the boy looks up at her from playing on the floor and asks what she's doing and that it really looks messy from where he's sitting. She explains that she's embroidering and that if he went to play then came back after a while she'd show him what it looked like on her side from her lap---this is like Heavenly Father embroidering our lives. Sometimes we look up and think, boy this is a mess, but if we have Faith that after a while we'll sit on his lap and see the beautiful side of the embroidering then we can make it through the messy parts of life.
This is my life, it is a big old mess, but in a while it will be beautiful again and I will be able to know that with my Father in Heavens' help that I made it through another rough spot and will have something wonderful to remember it by. The memory of a wonderful woman that gave me life, faught a good fight and found rest at the end of the road. And so we go on........
6 comments:
Wow. I just read this post and the post about your mom. My heart is hurting for you. But I am warmed to hear that God has put his security blanket of faith around you. Amazing how all can be well when all is not well. I will pack you in my prayers for continuing help and encouragement. I'll pray for your mom, too. Hugs to you.
Tammy, you are truly an inspiration. I love that story about the embroidery...it's so perfect.
God has a plan for you and your family. Right now all we can see is the moving van and hundreds of boxes, but He can see it all.
Take care, and enjoy this time with your mom.
I love the blue plastic wrap. Good luck. Moving is so miserable. I hope your mom is doing okay so far.
What a beautiful expression. You are making ME feel calm.
Oh, you are exhausted. Make sure you take care of yourself:)
Wow! I never thought I'd be quoted on your blog. I'm glad that story gave you comfort, it was hard to write thru blurry tear-filled eyes. I think I need to remember that story every morning too. Sometimes I think I keep getting the humility lesson from Heavenly Father and I'd like a different lesson. :)
I love that story! It is the truth. Sometimes we can't see the beauty that our lives will become when we are sitting in the mess. Hang in there!
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