In the madness of trying to get things cleared out of the house for our big Moving Sale this weekend, I find myself in somewhat of a panic. What if it all doesn’t go? What if our beautiful forested dead-end road just doesn’t get enough traffic and no one comes? What if the people who do come don’t leave with new treasure.
After the past few months, weeks, and days of emotionally separating ourselves from about 60+% of the items in the house, I am so ready to have to gone. We feel like it is weighing us down – holding us here when instead we are ready to embark on our family adventure.
So, please, join me in a quiet prayer to the Garage Sale Gods. May it all go quick!
