I have no idea what to title this. I am so busy/stressed by this moving thing that I cannot even see where I could use help. A friend emailed this morning and offered help. That should have made me feel better. Instead it just made it worse. I know I need help but I don't know what to have people help with. Eric emailed her and I know it will be fine.
As he was emailing her it was time to take the kids to the bus. I got in the van and just wanted to yell at the kids. They were sitting quietly with their backpacks beside them and their seatbelts on. (this is not normal) I had no reason to yell at them. I had to stop myself from picking a fight with them. I asked them if they knew what I needed. Sebastian gave the only right answer. I needed to pray. In that moment I was humbled and proud at the same time. He knew the only thing I needed was God. I choked back the tears and prayed for peace and strength. The change in my heart was immediate.
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