I tried to think positive and hope for the best, but something I'd been worried would happen today, happened. And it hurt. It hurt enough that I did something I rarely do. I cried. For the entire 20 minute trip from my old house, to my new house I told God just how badly it hurt.
Would you like to know the wisdom-filled words from the all-knowing master and creator of the universe? He said, "I know."
And that was enough.
In other, brighter news, my move is complete. For some reason my phones don't work so I'll get to tinker with that tomorrow. Slowly, everything will settle down again. The move went well, and surprisingly swift. God is good, and gracious.
He is kind.