She's right...

A dear friend recently reminded me that I have good stuff to be posting about. And, since I do, I decided to come out of hiding, stretch my mind a bit, and get in a good blog or two.

We've kept our Sohl-selves busy with moving preparations. With the flight date just over two months away, we're sorting, cleaning, and preparing our house for sale. We're deciding which of the items that seemed incredibly necessary at some point over the last few year, are in fact, junk; which items have potential to be important to us in three years and will go to storage; and finally, which items are so necessary that they'll make the journey before we will.

Our first pack-out is scheduled for early April, and while I'm convincing myself that God will handle it, and He'll give me grace and strength, and He loves me inspite of my impulse buying... I'm working through the stress of that idea. I know that thousands of people move with companies just like I'll do, and that even the most unorganized of them all still seem to make it; I'm convincing myself that I'm somewhere in the middle of the curve, and that they won't talk about what a unclean, ridiculous pack-rat wife I am. *sigh* I am a work in progress, right?

We've shown the house about seventeen individual times, and had one open house. I'm prayerful that God will allow us to sell the sucker before we move, and that should we sell enough in advance, we will be able to stay in it until the last possible second. All we need is one offer, as I'm constantly reminded, and while I know that should bring peace, it seems to add fuel to my churning mind. "Haven't they seen anything on HGTV? One offer? We need multiples, to start a bidding war! We need a home staging expert, with a possible landscape expert." Meanwhile, the other half of my brain screams, "You can't be serious!?! You don't have yellow daisy wallpaper and rotting carpet! You don't have four-foot weeds in the yard, accented by broken screens and poor lighting. You don't have pictures of every person you've ever met posted on anything that will stand still, and you don't have toys strewn recklessly. No sinks of dirty dishes, no foul smells, no wandering pets, no funky colors. Give me a break!"

Aren't our minds interesting things? Women have an uncanny ability to argue. What's more, they can argue with themselves, which is why I think we're portrayed so often in romantic comedies as completely unsatisfiable and slightly nuts. And again I say, "She's right!"

I was able, however, to have a friend shower me with unexpected, but much needed prayers. And I appreciated the thought and the words, and admired her obedience. Thanks, friend, for your insight. All I could think was, "She's right."