Farewell, my sweet routine

I never realize how much I love my daily routine until it is taken away from me. Don't get me wrong, I like change. I believe in it and need it to move forward in life but in the midst of it, I struggle. Let me set this up by saying I am in the middle of a move and there is much uncertainty on when and where this move will end. I'm pretty sure the house we are closing on will be ours soon, but it seems that every power in the universe is fighting against us and changing the battle plan daily. My routine is kaput! We (five of us and two guinea pigs) are living in a hotel room with all of our earthly belongings sitting in a moving truck in the parking lot, racking up enormous fees daily. We ( I ) opted for the truck instead of storage because we thought the process would be short, and the convenience of "our stuff on wheels" was high on my list since I would be moving almost everything myself (my husband is recooperating from a torn achilles tendon). Well, short has turned into "It's OK. We can deal with it." which has turned into "Are we ever going to get out of here?!?" My days are spent in a quandry, thanking God that I don't have to clean the hotel room and breakfast is served every morning at 5am (I can't sleep very well so the earlier the better) but also hating not having any personal space and no comforts of home, especially in this holiday season. It's not how I would have planned it but change never seems to follow my plans at all. Change is it's own boss, not yielding to my humble requests. I'm pretty sure that a bright and shiny new routine will set foot in my new house soon, but until then I sit, enclosed in four walls, surrounded by five suitcases, two bottles of pepto, guinea pig funk, and paper snowflakes put up on the wall. It is Christmas anyway.

Sunset at the Beach

This is one of the few times of year that we can enjoy sunsets at the beach. I took the kids out and we just enjoyed the warm weather and beautiful colors that lit up the sky.

Spiritual Comfort Food

OK. So, I have a confession... I occasionally listen to Christian music and have found a few good radio stations in the area. They sustain me and keep me healthy while watching my spiritual weight, but I know that when I am yearning for a treat, to worship and really get into His presence, I just grab my Fike and Dana CD's, sit down and enjoy every last spoonful of music. I savor the rich honesty blended with raw emotion, the humble wisdom seasoned with just enough desperation and every bite is topped off with sweet repose. If I'm lucky, He'll provide a few extra ingredients that sweeten the whole deal. I admit it - I scrape the bowl for more. The experience never fails in bringing my heart back to where it needs to be and leaving me feeling spiritually stuffed. I walk away feeling a little guilty: guilty only because I feel so privileged.

Thanks Fike and Dana for doing what you guys do so well!

I should have been asleep hours ago...

I don't know why I am sitting up this late at night trying to come up with something witty to say. I'm an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal - this is 'on the verge of obscene' late for me. The kids are in bed and my alarm is set for 5 am, why won't my brain stop recycling today's events over and over again?