Frantic

I'm not sure how to capture my feelings in a single word appropriate for a title. Overwhelmed. Excited. Anxious. Surreal. Frantic. Yeah, that just about sums it up.

For years, my husband and I have talked about selling this house. We outgrew it nearly 8 years ago when our third child was born and busted the seams when we added a fourth. We made it work though and staying in this house has added blessings upon blessings to raising our kids. (I'll save some of those reflections for a later post.)

Now, we are in our "option" period. Don't ask me to explain it; all I know is the inspector comes on Thursday. We expect to close by May 3.

Excited.

We have to find a house.

Nervous.

We have to find a house, close and move by June 10.

Frantic.

Found a house that we love, but are the backup offer.

Anxious.

We sold our house in less than a week.

Surreal.

These thoughts swirl through my head in an endless track loop. I love and adore my husband. He is so calm and trusting. He fully expects, believes, trusts that we will find the most amazing house that meets our needs and our budget. Me?

Frantic, still.

I keep praying and thankfully, have wonderful, peace-filled moments when I realize and accept God is totally in control and taking care of the whole thing. I read Psalm 89 this morning and the resounding message in that chapter is "He is faithful." OK.

New words...

Breathe. Pray. Trust.

I'll start with the breathing part. Lately, I seem to be holding my breath a lot. :)