Gypsy Life: Day Three/Four

*God loves me. See how a broken door handle was evidence that He makes all things work together for good (to those that love Him. Romans 8:28) Story after the pics.


Moving day arrived! Wednesday we were up bright and early to meet the truck that would load our "life" and take it to Virginia. It was a really long, tiring day eventhough all we did was stand around in the wind. (Ug, won't miss the wind!)

Colton taking one last ride on the swingset

Christopher climb on the playland behind our hotel.

Carson could swing all day long!

Christopher and his buddy Benjamin on his last day of Cubbies in MT

You made it past the pics of my adorable children, so I will tell you the crazy time I had yesterday. You can judge for yourself if it was God or coincidence.

For most of the week I have been suffering back & shoulders aches from the terrible hotel mattress, lack of sleep, and (probably) stress. Which finally turned into a headache that just wouldn't go away- not with tylenol, not with caffiene, not with water. Normally when this happens, I just take a "quiet day" and relax, take a nap and that will make it go away. But since this was moving day, I really didn't have that luxury. So I just ignored it and pushed on through. Most of the day was spent standing out in (this horrid) wind, watching the movers slowly take box after box onto the truck. After that I would get Colton from school, his last piano lesson, then pancakes at LBs, then to Awanas, during which LB and I were going to have our fun, laugh/tear-filled goodbye dinner.

But the headache finally caught up to me and turned into a full blown migraine. So as I nibbled at my dinner, I finally had to excuse myself and splash a little water on my face hoping that I could suppress the migraine. But to no avail, as soon as I sat down at the table, the look on my face made LB ask "Do we need to go?" I got a nod confirmation as I hurried out the door and got sick right outside. In that moment I thought "How horrible to walk up to a restaurant and see someone getting sick" So I spotted a patch of grass across the parking lot and proceed to run across, being sick all the way. (comical now, but not at the time) So I don't know what your experience is with migraines, but it's not like when you have a stomach flu and getting sick makes you feel better. With migraines, it makes it ten times worse. So anyway, LB takes me back to the hotel and here's where God stepped in.

During my dramatic exit from the restaurant, Jesse is hanging out in the hotel room with Carson. Somehow the bathroom door got jammed (I say locked) and when trying to open it, the door handle broke off in Jesse's hand. Leaving no access to the bathroom. He had a long, stressful day as well and was very frustrated, thinking "Why is this happening. Don't I have enough to deal with?" And talked with the front desk. They were very accomodating and set us up in a room a couple of floors down for the night until they could have the door handle fixed. Right about this time I called Jesse and told him what happened at the restaurant and that he would have to get the kids from Awanas. It was at this moment that Jesse realized why the door handle had broke. He met me at the door and took me right into the "extra room". (side note: Before I got back to the hotel, Jesse had managed to get the bathroom door open with a butter knife, but he had already had the other room set up. So the boys DID have access to the bathroom). There was no way that I could've slept in the room with Jesse and the kids with a migraine. I would have been sick all night long and into the next day.

So do you think things like this are a coincidence? I don't! Thank you, God!