Florida Love
I am procrastinating. I don't procrastinate, like, ever. I think it's annoying. But right now, as I am wandering aimlessly around our home trying to start packing, I am hesitant. I bought the bubble wrap, the packing tape, contractor bags, and went to the local liquor store to pick up a bunch of boxes for free. By the way, liquor boxes are the perfect size because they're still carry-able. And free.
But how do I begin? I know exactly what I need to pack, I'm good and organized at packing, and I have my supplies and my list. Also, considering I'll just be crashing in my little sister's spare bedroom, it's not that long of a list.
The problems lie in the fact that I'm leaving this house we put so much effort and love into, and that Patrick won't be moving down until mid-March, at earliest. I'm procrastinating because I'm sad, and am completely unsure of what life is going to throw at us in these next few months. One of the verses I keep repeating to myself is Jeremiah 29:11:
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to
harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."
harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."
I love that promise, and love that this move is getting us closer to where we want to be.
