A Million Pounds of Pressure

The house is so close to being done, but it's not. And it feels like there are a million little things to finish before we're supposed to move in next Monday or Tuesday.

I'm living in a house filled with a bazillion boxes. Who knew we had so much junk stuff?!? We have to get all this stuff out of this house before the 27th. One week from today.

Once we get in, I have to unpack like a madwoman and get everything settled so we can update our home study . . . again. And of course, there's the fingerprints. If someone would please just approve them . . . please!

And there a couple other things going on which I'm just not free to discuss at this point. But with all of this I start to feel slightly panicky. I feel like there's literally a million pounds of pressure on my shoulders. I don't like the feeling. I don't like being unsettled. Oh let's face it, I don't like not having control. And right now there is very little that I can control. So when I wake up at 3:30 in the morning wondering what the heck I'm going to do, I've started doing the best and only thing I can do. I give it all to God. I'm pretty sure He can handle the pressure.

⁷ casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7