We are moving this week. This is also my last week of work. My boss has been in England for the past two weeks. My mind is a wreck. I try to remind myself that this moving experience will not necessarily be a repeat of the horrors of last year's move.
I am certainly praying that everything goes smoothly with this move. More importantly, though, I pray that no matter what happens, my husband and I will use each moment to act in love. We cannot control what the coming days will bring. We are, however, free to decide how we react to whatever ridiculousness lands on our heads. Time does not care about little old me. This time next week, we will no longer be living in our apartment. Everything will be done on that front. I fervently pray that I remember this experience as one in which our love grew and was made stronger. I pray for the grace not to despair and worry. I pray that I never forget that God is with me and that He gave me a wonderful husband to guide me to Him.
I know that this is a tiny cross to bear compared to the suffering of others. But I am just a little girl who cries a lot, and God will have to carry me through this.
So, if I am still all in one piece next week, and my husband is not giving me the concerned sideways glance, I accomplished none of it on my own. If you see any good, any strength in me, you look upon God's grace. Please pray that I say yes to this grace and make room for it in my heart. I will pray the same for you, and I cannot wait to see what beautiful things He creates with your help.
Mary, help of Christians, pray for us, that we may say with you: Behold, I am the handmaiden of the Lord. Be it done unto me according to your word.