In some areas, it is hard to walk a straight path. Just like in my life. Sometimes I’m on a mile-long hike in a desert with hundred of areas to walk straight ahead. Other days I feel as if I’m climbing a mountain trail with all the twists and curves it presents in front of me—wishing I could sprout wings and fly away. It isn’t bad enough that the paths I walk can be difficult, but I feel as God throws rocks in front of me to make me stumble a bit, or at least slow down and think about what is going on in my life.
I made a list with 24 tasks I needed to accomplish before leaving for my three-month trip. My biggest task was removing items I didn’t want the renters to use in my absence. My son built a wall dividing off the laundry area from the space Glen used as his computer lab, which still holds boxes and bins of Glen’s items. I see this items as “rocks” in my path that keep me from concentrating and moving forward with my preparations.
Fortunately, everything worked out…the refrigerator sparkled, the tile floors shined, and the house showed no evidence of being lived in when I locked the door on my way to the airport.
God, thank you for helping maintain a sense of peace during the process of vacating my home. Amen.