For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.
II Timothy 1:7 NKJV
I have two weekends left in MD. This weekend I wanted to put a major dent in cleaning and packing. I started to clean the kitchen of things I won’t use and don’t need…..didn’t finish so I moved to my room…..didn’t finish or even start.
I started to get scared. I mean really scared. I asked Melissa what are you doing? Are you crazy? You are packing up and moving to Kuwait. Have you lost your senses completely? I haven’t had not one naysayer come my way but oh was I naysaying myself.
I sat down and fixed my daughter’s hair. I tried to clean and pack again. The fear was crippling. I laid right on down and took a nap.
When I woke up I did not feel any better of anything I felt worse. I mentally cried out. Then I remembered God did not give me the spirit of fear. So I pulled my big girl panties and cleaned up. I put the clothes away in the car that is going to good will. I trashed what needed to be trashed. I took pictures of what I need donate and have them come pick it up.
I finally made the reservation to have the tow thing installed on my car.
My apartment is in various stages of packing. Next weekend is it. I have to packed up and ready to go June 17. We leave June 18 at 300am.
This week I will get my fingerprints authenticated (they finally came in)
Everything is coming together slowly but surely. I’ll be in deep mediation tonight with God to calm my behind down.