My career as a mover began in 2001 when #1 Daughter moved to Waco to attend Baylor.  Fortunately I was able to begin relatively small with two cars jam packed to move into a dorm.  Everything had to be moved home that summer.  The next year she began living in houses with other coeds---moving each year with a growing accumulation with each new year.  The year after graduation found her living in a small home with a friend away from the campus while teaching.  The next year--she was married and while she and new hubby honeymooned, we unpacked all the wedding gifts and made their little nest in the same house--now filled with his and her stuff.

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NOT the way I drove, but you get the general idea.

  The next year began my REAL initiation into moving--everything was packed and put in a U Haul.  I drove the packed car and she and hubby drove the U Haul pulling their other car ALL THE WAY to Erie, PA.  At this point I got a four year break--with only trips north to decorate nurseries and subsequent playrooms.  After four years, packing AGAIN--this time FIL & hubby drove the U Haul and vehicle and MIL & I flew with daughter and TWO babies to new home back in TX.  Unpacking and moving them into a small home near TCU--six months later---they buy a house.  Daughter takes a trip to visit friends and I pack and unpack them ONCE AGAIN while she is gone.  Happy to say they have stayed put for now.

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I sorted through, discarded, divided, and packed 30 years of accumulation in MY OWN first move over three years ago now----I moved every box myself to the cute little home in the French Quarter and a group of men from my church moved all the furniture.  This time since I only had a short distance to drive--I moved four boxes at a time.  Packed them--moved them--unloaded them--REPEAT--until everything was cleaned out. 

Wire Road House

  Sold that house and I then packed AGAIN and moved 300 miles to Fort Worth to an apartment.  This requires EVERYTHING to be packed and moved across country--U Haul, truck, and my vehicle were packed to the bursting point.  I will forever be grateful to my fireman and his dad for their help.  Moving again now---HOPEFULLY my last move!  I am once again moving four boxes at a time since I am only moving a short distance.  As I go each day to paint, I load four boxes and take them with me---unload them--put it away and REPEAT the next day.  My preferred method of moving a little bit at a time.

Esplanade House

Newest Destination

Perhaps we could handle the obstacles we incur in life in a similar manner.  Instead of being over-whelmed by the enormity of a struggle--sin habit--illness--grief--any HUGE seemingly insurmountable roadblock, we break it down into small pieces.  Don't try to conquer all the sin in your life that keeps you from enjoying Him---take one at a time---with His help win the battle and then move on to the next.  Illness has you struggling and overwhelmed--break it down to the specifics of each ailment or pain---begin the healing process--with that which can be overcome easiest and then move on.  Concentrate on today's compliant/pain/problem and focus on what can be done about it.  Pain and struggle which comes from grief-heartbreak-disappointment---take it one day at a time---or better yet---one moment at a time.  Get through the moment before you in the best manner possible and then move on to the next.  My book title says it so well---Do the next right thing--and then move forward.

I leave you with this---when possible---in life's struggles--take four boxes at time.  You eventually will look up and realize--I made the move---I survived the struggle---by taking small bits and moving forward--I climbed the mountain--four boxes at a time.

Then the LORD said to Moses, "Why are you crying out to me? 
Tell the Israelites to move on.
Exodus 14:15

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  1. I have moved a lot, too. And I have also used moving as a way to run away. But God wants me to run to Him and you are doing just that! We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us! One box at a time, one pain at a time, one move at a time, one day at a time!


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