I know, garage sale is white trash...I have always thought so. But it was an inspiration when my good friend Arlow asked not only me to join him in his garage sale, but my best friend Alicia and her family. It was a crazy day yesterday. I helped him carry a half a block down all the furniture piece by piece until midnight the morning before and then we were up at five to be ready by six. But I made money off of a lot of thing we wont be able to take and now I don't have to D.I. it or pack it. My house is empty, save a few stick of furniture pieces. But I have my children and that is what matters. It's amazing how much stuff we can collect or pack into a house. And really, It's a good thing Trevor is not here, he would put up a stink about keeping everything. (For anyone who has been in his garage knows just what I am talking about). So the pack rat he is, is a compliment to me.
Anyway, I am thoroughly exhausted. My body has been asking me to stop working but, I can't. There is too much to do. And when the construction, yard, children and moving has filled up my daylight hours I put the children to bed and stay up until around 2 to get the things done I can't do with kids about me. Then at 6:30 am, I am up again to start this all over again. But it is coming along. I am having to rely a lot on the kids to do their fair share and most of them have been helpful and understand I need their help.
I don't know how I am doing it all. I take that back. I have prayed for God to sustain me, that I may do all I need to do and he has. I keep telling myself, "you can do this on step at a time." But I have not been alone either. Arlow and Michelle and Alicia and John were there to help and support me with all the furniture transportation. I COULD NOT have done that alone, even with God's help. And I am finding a strength within me that I didn't know I had. But I do it because I am a woman. And this is what women do. Sometimes I feel I can relate to the pioneers in a small way. Leaving most everything behind, going to a place that I know little about and doing it without a husband. It's pathetic really that I miss Trevor's company, but not his help. He has been so busy in school and 2 jobs that I have done everything without him for YEARS. He has brought in the money, but I have done EVERYTHING else...And that, has tapped into the inner strength of womanhood that all women possess, but need to develop. I have another 8 or so days until Trevor gets back. I am getting excited to paint after all the repair I have done and have him come home to a lot of the projects done. My handyman has been such a blessing. I don't know how I could have done everything without him either. It is so great to have someone to ask if I am unsure about my own construction work. I can honestly say, I see the Lord's hand in helping me throughout my life and in all I do.
Trevor is doing great. He has flown out over the ocean, landed on platforms that sway in the ocean (yikes) and he is studying really hard for all the testing that is before him. I know the Lord is with him. We miss each other terribly. But I am excited and a little frightened for our new adventure. I look forward to the fresh start and the growth we may experience. I am thrilled to be in the missionary field. And last, but not least, I am excited to escape the Cache valley, never ending, long, dreary, depressing, cold, cabin feverish, boring, monotonous, restless, snow, snow clothes, ice, snow blowing, sicknesses, and vitamin D deficient winters.
While, I know everything is not going to be peachy, I choose to look for the good in every place I am at. I am just tired of finding the good in Cache Valley winters! I look forward to the larger paycheck and salary at that. I look forward to the benefits, yeah, I might be able to get Alexis braces. I look forward to nearly year round gardening.
