I am helping my daughter, my sweet girl move out of her loft and return to Virginia.  Blindly I came when she asked, driving a big ole white cargo van like I was a big ole man. lol lol  We have run into obstacle after obstacle, circling round and round like mice in a wheel, and I am dizzy.  It is no fun to do such a daunting task alone…we need superman, that would make it super-fun.

 Her furniture must sell in 48 hours or we are in deep poo poo. Can’t see the 2 of us moving big couches, chairs and heavy things down steps and out to the dump area with the hopes that someone will have need of what we no longer need. It’s hot, no internet or tv or luxury of any kind really, just the two of us and our league of angels that I prayed would surround us.

 In the midst of all our chaos, funny happens.  We are changing clothes in the van, watching movies late on the apple, laughing at the puppy tearing a water bottle to shreads and just searching for that perverbial fun in each moment. In the middle of our crazy- good happens, like the sweet homless man who helped us pick up all the trash that fell everywhere when the bag busted….and he just was not bothered at all by it. He just swooped down and gathered all our trash in his precious hands and carried it to the dump. What a man, what a moment. Then God just got going and kept sending us more, the young men who moved all the heavy stuff to the van for us, the older dear man who talked God with me and reminded me we are really here to love on and care for one another, and that’s it. Wow, thank you for refreshing me with that divine intervention. Thank you my new friend. After all that I felt God whisper, I’ve got you girls, keep going, keep trucking, keep loving, I’ve got you dear ones. Love God.