Here we go again!

Just how many times do I do this anyway? Moving is a six letter curse word. I've done it more times than I can count. This time, I move twice within a three month period. Hopefully to a final place where hubby and I can settle down with our sweet dog and have our own life.

Yeah, it involves a lot of work. Gotta pack boxes, buckets and bags. Gonna put stuff in storage and take it outta storage when we find our permanent place in August. I am grateful that we have this opportunity to do this. This time, I know that Heavenly Father approves our choice because I am going to rely on HIM only and not be influenced by those around us. We have made a lot of wrong choices and I know that we have paid dearly for them. Things have been rough but at the same time, we have been so blessed. I love my family. I love how they want to be together and share our good times and even some of the bad times. I am blessed with wonderful sons (in laws- present and future), two beautiful and spiritual minded daughters and a smattering of grandsons. I am also thankful for the little special family of a young man, though not a son, (if I had a choice of one, he would be it), his wife and beautiful son and daughter. Since they claim us as extra parents and grandparents, we have our only grand daughter. Thus a total of 10 grandsons and 1 granddaughter. What a blessing. But I diverse, from the original subject.

Already we have been packing boxes, separating sell, keep and toss outs along with donates. It's interesting to say the least. God provides me with the brain power and strength to accomplish these things and affords me the blessing of being able to go and help my sister.. I need a diversion, right? 

I must say, it's all good and I am truly excited. I want you all to know how truly humbled and filled with the spirit I am tonight. I want you to know how grateful I am for my family, friends, acquaintances and all the rest. I am grateful for my church, I know it's true. I'm grateful for my husband, his tolerance of my strangeness and demands, his commitment to our relationship, and his love for me...all for eternity. I'm grateful for my health and the struggles I have everyday that remind me to stay grounded. I love my brothers and sisters on both sides of the of our families. And especially both sets of parents that raised us right and raised good kids all around. 

Thank you for your patience as blog followers and FB fans for being willing to read my words of mood, victory and especially all my blessings... Love u all!