It’s happened. I’ve finally reached the point where I feel like I can’t fit one more thing in my life. I wondered if that was possible – if I could get to the point of being completely overwhelmed. It can.
The strange thing is – I like being crazy busy. I like feeling like I’m living life to the fullest and helping my family in all that they want to do. Our lives are pretty scheduled and they are full of fun things we enjoy doing.
But, the past few weeks (or maybe a month?) have been a wild ride. My sweet Mama went to see Jesus, we had her service and were able to celebrate the amazing person she was and all the lives she touched while she was here, I got promoted at work which has lead to a ton more responsibility and busyness, helping out my dad and sisters clean out my mom’s things, and we are buying a house and moving. Yeah, that’s a lot. That’s all on top of our usual crazy lives filled with school, basketball, choir, field trips, and whatever else we can fit. It’s just all happened at once. To a certain degree I’m loving it. And, I’m trying to soak in all the moments that are coming with it. But, some days I can’t soak because I’m drowning.
The beginning of this week I started stressing about things that I needed or needed to get rid of before we go to the new house. A friend suggested I make a list. I did. And, it’s amazing how calming that was for me. Order. I need some order.
One of the best parts of moving is that I get to clean out the whole house and not have guilt about throwing things away. I’ve cleaned out so much paperwork, old books, and clothing. Sure, there’s tons more, but I’m loving all that I’ve already done.
And, I’ve been able to have a few wonderful things of my mom’s. She had a collection of plates with the love chapter on them. She bought them because one reminded her of me when I was little and my sisters let me have the set.
So, my daily objective is to make progress without stressing over things I can’t control. I can’t start painting or moving until we can actually move in. I can’t know what exactly I need until I move in. I can only pack so many things in a night while keeping up the rest of my life. No one is judging me, but myself. I wonder why I expect so much of me? In the spirit of giving myself some grace – here’s my verse for this season of my life:
2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that you, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work