The Last Week

As I write, tomorrow marks one week until our house has to be totally packed and loaded in a big old Penske truck. We are entering our last week in Colorado. And it is weird.

So here's where we are. Our house is under contract, but still on the market, per the contingency on said contract. Most of our house is packed, except for the things we need to have out, but those will soon be placed into boxes to await a new life in Oregon. Our bills all have a change of address. We have a moving truck scheduled to be picked up next Thursday, and we have a general plan of how long we will live with parents and where we will move to.

But there is no job. After the month of November, there is no income. So we are praying that will happen soon and that it will be easier for Casey to find a job if we are actually in Oregon.

Like I mentioned before, it is weird still being here. All we are really doing here is waiting. We don't go too many places. There aren't groceries to buy because we actually have to use up what we have- at least in the freezer (which is not going to happen!). There's only so much that you can pack early, and I or Casey have packed most of it. There's something strange about the waiting. We were just saying, "There's nothing here." We know that we're just moving on.

So we will wait, and we will wait in hope and anticipation of what God has in store for our family. We eagerly expect Him to move in ways that are beyond what we can imagine. We take joy in that.

So, the countdown in really on: eight...