Maybe the End is Within Sight

We went swimming at Franco's today. Yes, it will officially be fall next week. Yes, it was 61 degrees outside this morning. But yes, it still ended up at nearly 90 degrees this afternoon. I just couldn't not take them one more time before we move. They love swimming at Franco's. (We would have already done this, but those crazy hurricanes kept getting in the way. I've been diligently watching the weather for the warmest day...)

I made kind of a big deal about it being the last time...but mostly because it is fall now and we just don't usually go swimming in the fall. Conner did finally put it all together and ask if this was the last time we would ever swim at Franco's. I had to tell him yes, it probably was. He was a little upset until I reminded him that our new house in Texas would be close to BooBoo & Yogi's waterpark and Splash Station...

We also went to WalMart today. They had mounds of pumpkins out. Conner was so excited. "Can we get one Mom? Puh-lease?" I had to say no...we would be doing the pumpkin/jack-o-lantern thing at our new house in Texas. "Oh," he said, very matter-of-factly. "Every Halloween is in a new house, huh?" It was all I could do to keep from crying right there in the middle of the pumpkins.

He's right, though. This Halloween will be in Burleson, last Halloween was here on Oakwood, the one before that was on Hwy 59, before that on Galway, and before that on Montclair. I am so tired of moving. So tired. Bret and I have been married for almost 8 years. This is move #8. The cards that have been dealt, the choices we have made, have just meant lots of moves. They have not all been moves to different towns, have not all involved new ministry positions, but they have involved all of our stuff. Move #8 is also a temporary one until we can finish up our fundraising. When that is done, the plan is for move #9 to be into a house that we can stay in for awhile. Oh, how nice that would be!

We moved around quite a bit when I was a kid. My mother tells the story about the last time they told us we were moving. I was finishing up the 3rd grade and, of course, sad to leave all of my friends. She told me that it was okay, I would make new ones. She says it nearly broke her heart when I said, in tears (and I remember saying and feeling this), "What for? We'll just move away from them, too." That was so hard. (By the way, that was the last move Mom and Dad made. They've been there 20 years now, and counting.) Hopefully, the end (or at least a lengthy pause) of our moving is within sight, too...

Now I'm feeling guilty for even saying that. If we are moving to plant churches, to share the gospel with people in the south Ft. Worth area, I guess my prayer shouldn't be to stay put, but should be that we will reach so many people, and those people will reach so many others, and those people will reach so many others, etc... that eventually we will minister ourselves out of a job. Which would mean that we would need to move to another area and start all over again? Aw donkey, my mind is going in circles, I'm getting weary just thinking about it.

Micah didn't get a nap today. I walked back into the living room after laying Joey down, and found Micah on the couch.
He was so tired, he just couldn't make it anymore. I must say, I was a little jealous. But, that meant that we had all three of the brothers asleep by 7:32pm! More packing time tonight...