Wonder Packers

My daughter's four kids watch a cartoon called "Wonder Pets" and even the 2-year-old twins sing along with the theme song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxlWvE2U0nw

I've changed the words a bit to accommodate our current situation, "Wonder Packers," which means, too, I wonder where I packed that thing.

But the refrain rings in my head throughout the day as my friend, Sandra--we've been friends since high school--came from Albuquerque when I called her for help. She is the Master Wonder Packer who works all day and into the night, organizing, directing and telling me, my husband and my daughter what to do next.

Sandra made a lanyard to wear around her neck, attached scissors and a marker, and she walks around with pieces of tape stuck to the front of her shirt so she's ready for the next box. She's always looking to find just the right item to fit into the box she's packing: "there's something we can use and it's right in front of us."

"What's gonna work? TEAMWORK.

What's gonna work? TEAMWORK …

We're not too big and we're not tough

But when we work together we've got the right stuff …"

We're the Wonder Packers.

"Mercy laughed in her sleep"

My title references The Pilgrim’s Progress.

This pilgrim girl, however, does not feel she is making progress, much less laughing in her sleep.

Disrupted nights with stretches of the wide-awakes seem the norm these days as the house where we have lived for the last six years fills with boxes, towering around me the way I used to build with cardboard blocks in nursery school.

Yet a devotional I read minutes ago inspired me to write, to remind myself, and to make myself accountable to others that the “hardship” of making a big move might actually display something good.

So here’s my prayer, edited from the aforementioned devo:

“I want to surprise my family with my abundant peace; I want to delight my friends with my ever-increasing happiness; I want to edify the church with my grateful confessions, and even impress the world with the cheerfulness of my daily conversation.”

This also reminds me of words to an old hymn, “A Worthy Goal Have I.”

If I will remember mercy during the night watches, maybe I can laugh in my sleep.

D-Day, the 6th of June

Yesterday took on a new meaning for my husband and me. D-day turned into decision day as our house in Coppell sold and we have to be out by June 30. 

Our final answer: the deal was inked and the lot is cast into the lap and we trust its every decision is from the LORD (Proverbs 16:33). 

Now it's westward Ho the Conestoga Wagon only now we're headed east, spending tonight in Shreveport, Louisiana on the way to Orange Beach, Alabama for the rest of this week. We were in Lubbock two days ago. 

But Big-D, aka. Dallas has been home for the last 6 years, a footnote in the larger story of a place where I have known the good hand of my God upon me (Nehemiah 2:8). My husband and I graduated from W.W. Samuell High School oh so many years ago and our class reunion is next Saturday in Mesquite, a wistful way to conclude this part of our story. 

Miles to go before I sleep … 

I Should Be Writing

… but instead I am cleaning and painting and packing and staging for a move. Drat.

Beat after a "Hard Day's Night," I plan to watch the season finale of Dancing with the Stars and the "singing contest" on American Idol. 

Hurray for live television.