I hit that low, and now I am on the way up again. Funny how it is very tied in to how much packing is done. There is that horrible stage where everything looks like a mess and I can only hope it all fits and I begin to get nervous. I dislike traveling then and wish I could be just being normal right then.
Then, very suddenly, I turn a corner, and it all begins to fit, and the last things begin to get done. Then the stress begins to lift, and I grow excited for the trip ahead.
One more day. One more day filled with little things to do, and then a good general house cleaning.
Then we leave. I'm starting to look forward to it.
At church today, someone asked how they could pray for our trip. I thought. Hmm...
"Pray that when my kids do misbehave, at least it is not when we really need them not to."
See, I know they will misbehave. They do that. But, just please, please, not when we are speaking in church or visiting with a new supporting group!