…that’s how I described myself to Doug today – at loose ends. We had planned to have some guests for dinner, great friends who are moving at the end of the week. Those plans fell through, and I felt “in an unsettled or uncertain situation” (definition from The Free Dictionary by Farlex). It wasn’t really the change in dinner plans, I’ve surmised, but more our moving situation at present, an insight that caused me to rethink the importance of things.
I’ve realized that it’s unsettling to me to have “my stuff” in different places, with some belongings in boxes in our house, some in a storage unit, and still more at the house in Argyle, TX, which we have rented until we make some definite decisions about where we will start up our restaurant in the DFW area. Our timeline has changed with the wreck (see earlier post) the first week of June, and now it seems our truck will not be ready for us to drive until the end of July. The closing date on the sale of our home here in Pierre is Aug. 10, leaving about a week and a half for us to make our previously planned three trips to move ourselves with our moving trailer.
Now what?!? It seems like all is unraveling into many “loose ends.”
Some soul-searching (and a discussion about spiritual growth with my husband) leads me to the conclusion that none of this matters. We will figure it out, our truck will eventually be returned to us in good shape in Wichita, Kansas, we will spend (an exhausting) 10 days or so moving ourselves or we will make different plans, we’ll end up in Texas just as planned, our life together unfolding in just the way it needs to.
In the meantime, we have our wonderful marriage, families who love us, friends in many places, a nice home and very pretty yard to enjoy, our cat Zoe ( a never-ending source of amusement and mischief), and plenty enough “stuff” to be more than comfortable. As I take in that abundance and my sense of gratitude once again expands my consciousness, (how often I forget and have to be reminded!) all my “loose ends” start neatly tucking into the beautifully woven life I enjoy, and I remember that God is always present, and all is well.
