A few things these past two weeks have taught me.
God is good.
Life comes at you fast.
The Lord has provided an amazing job for my husband in Winston-Salem, North Carolina and we will be moving in just a few short weeks. I can't believe we moved to Missouri three years ago barely married, and we're leaving expecting our first little baby.
But in the meantime, since I run a residence hall and live in the residence hall and they're replacing me, I needed to get the heck out. I was given just a few days to pack up the apartment-- while being 5 months pregnant and with my husband gone until Monday house hunting.
I turn over the keys Wednesday morning. Kyle comes back Monday night. Needless to say I have been a bit stressed. We have amazing friends, however, and in just under 24 hours (with a bit of work done last week), we're all packed.
I've been so worried about this little baby. I haven't been lifting anything, don't you worry. But I have been under a lot of stress and not eating real well. I've lost a few pounds and all those worries are just creeping back in.
But as I sit here alone and surrounded by boxes, his tiny kicks make me feel better. That everything will be ok.
[Oh, and I ate better today-- and treated myself to two ice cream bars-- they were small.]