The Moment of Truth
3:30am … it’s looking a lot like an all nighter. so much to pack yet. Joy is crying again. Renee hasn’t slept much (if at all) despite trying. these are the anvils upon which truly living is forged. i might end up wearing Joy in the backpack carrier while i knock out some of the packing. we’ve said it before but i am dumbfounded at the amount of STUFF suffocating us. and it isn’t just shear volume – it’s the kind of weight that is so hard to shed even though we don’t want any of it… there is so much sorting yet to do but no time to sort. our lives will unfold as a continuous sorting. yet even in the midst of this maelstrom i am confident that every Red Sea in our path will part just as it did in the Exodus of Old… but of course, it’s every bit as looming and menacing until it does. i expect tomorrow will dawn with departure.
