Still stalling...

It's real. This whole move thing. Jeff's Dad arrived this morning with the new and quite luxurious I may add, company car. He drove it here from MD so that we'd be able to get rid of our cars before the next insurance payment was due, and so that we'd have something to drive to MD in with a few boxes of our stuff. Thanks Bruce!

I feel good about this. I feel good about donating our cars to Mission Motors. It's a shop where they school people in fixing cars so that they can earn an honest living and get into the work force. Then when these cars are fixed up, they're sold at a very reasonable price to folks who may have thought they'd never be able to own their own car--some previously homeless, some previously jobless, many previously hopeless. And with the car, comes a Bible. With the Bible, comes hope. So, great Uncle George's-turned mine- '96 Cavalier and Clayton Wallace's-turned Jeff's- '91 LeSabre have served us well. Now they will serve someone else. Thanks God, for giving us these gifts, and for allowing us to help others as You've helped us.

Saying goodbye to my car made it real. Not to get too introspective here, but I did think of the talks in my car, all the road trips, the boys sitting in their car seats mucking up the windows with their sticky fingers or looking like angels as they fell asleep while I drove...aww. My car is gone now and the move is ever more real.

The days are nearing and the calendar is totally booked. The most important people are written all over the boxes on the page of December, and all over our hearts as we say goodbye. I'd better stop writing now or else the tears will come. Those can wait.

And no, the letter isn't done yet. Not even near completion. I did get all the way through the first half of the year though! They're set to go out in a few days so I guess I'd better get working...