I am packing up my stuff. We are moving in a few days. I did give birth three-ish weeks ago and I have three small children running around–well, one isn’t running, just drinking a lot of milk. Sometimes I feel awesome, like I can conquer anything. Other times I feel completely overwhelmed.
We are excited for a new adventure, even if we don’t really know what that will be yet. It feels completely right to move right now.
I have boxes left over from last time we moved, over two and a half years ago, when most of MM’s toys fit into one box (now it’s five or six). We’ve been saving boxes from diapers and Amazon for over two years because we knew we didn’t want to stay here for too long. I do have more stuff than last time we moved, but not too much. In a few days, we’re putting everything in a 16-foot truck, and then the three kids get to come with me in the Camry for eight hours. We’ll survive. Probably.
I have a lot of friends and family members who are dealing with lots of stuff–sickness, disability, grief, loss, sin, etc. I don’t remotely understand what they are going through. When it comes down to it, I don’t really understand what I am going through. Not that my life is terribly difficult right now, but I do have my struggles and I don’t usually understand them.
It just makes me glad for the atonement. Because Jesus Christ understands. And he understands how to heal us or how to make life feel better. He knows how to comfort us. He knows exactly what we need.
I don’t ever really know how to help people. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. But the Spirit can help me, because the Savior knows how to help. He knows what comforting words need to be said, what good thing needs to happen. I recently felt a prompting from the Spirit to have a friend hold my baby. It made her happy and helped her heal.
It makes me happy to know we have a Heavenly Father who loves us. Things will work out.