Here I am with my morning coffee in my back deck rocking chair, puppy exploring the back yard. I haven’t watched the news in the week since the movers arrived to pack up our old house. My laptop is gathering dust, though I must get on the computer to pay bills today.  There are still little piles of boxes in every room and a small mound in the basement, yet the flowerbeds need weeded. 

How am I to balance the normal tasks amid the continued “settling in” after our move?  I want everything completed, right now; however, life doesn’t happen that way. The motto I came to live by in this past year was “one day, one moment, one breath at a time.”  This seems to need to be my continued guide for this beginning of my new normal. 

So today I will pay my bills, meet with the man from Lowes as he comes to measure for a door, go buy a cheap tv stand, and take my middle son to begin his hunt for a car. I will send off my oldest son as he returns to his apartment 1 1/2 hours away, figure out lunch and dinner, fold laundry, and unpack a box. I might even hang a picture, but mostly, I will carry on an inner conversation with The One who sustains me, and I will breathe…