Lockdown 241

Lockdown Day 241 - 22 November 2020

I have come to realise there is no such thing as the perfect move. You can plan all you want and do everything right, but there will always be little things and last minute stuff. Add to that end of month things combined with the end of a year such as this, you end up going with the flow. 

The flow I went with today was slow in my department (🐌) especially when I decided to call it a day (or rather, a night). The flow can also become a bumpy ride which, like building a house, can challenge the best of relationships and bring the worst out of everyone involved. 

But this is how you grow, get to know yourself, and just like the move, start taking aboard what life has taught you and inadvertently throwing out what does not become you. Moving house is traumatic and painful, but oh, so sweet when you are nearly unpacked. 

So with an adventure ahead, I keep on keeping on, pushing aside the onslaught of those recurring autoimmune symptoms. Trudging through boxes and things lying ready to be packed, avoiding collisions with already packed crates and battling to find the end of the packaging tape.  All with the end goal in sight. 

And all the time thinking if God's got me and He's got this, He will provide me with what I need just like He did up to now. 

With the words of Hebrews 13:5,  I resolve tonight to be content with what I have, for I always have God’s presence. He promised me, “I will never leave you alone, never! And I will not loosen my grip on your life!”  

Amen. 

#Ggt