Tuesday, February 15, 2011

It's over...

For a while, a last minute problem threatened to torpedo the closing, but all the paperwork has been executed.  Tomorrow it will be recorded, and I officially will be a one-house homeowner.  The life I left back in Virginia will be completely over.

The stress of a near back-out completely overwhelmed me, but I did call for someone to pray with me and tried to get through storm of uncertainty and fear of what my part of the sale not going through would mean.  The storm passed.  The closing happened.  All this really means is that my stomach began turning flip-flops and has not yet ceased.  Who needs food?

Tell me, have I become a shrinking violet?

I could be wrong, but I do believe having Amos helped.  He is the most mellow puppydog on the planet!  Well, as long as he can see me.  If I try to pop upstairs where he can not follow me, whimpers grow into whines which turn into agonized howls.  Poor little guy.  Ten weeks old is a bit young to face having your world turned upside down.

While he does romp about, he simply acts as if he has taken a chill pill the size of his little body.  What is good about this is that when I started crying and worrying up a storm, he merely shifted about and went back to sleep, his head tucked beneath my arm.

The funniest part of the day was when he dragged the hand towel I left out over to his bed and tucked it about him.  Such hard work since it is bigger than he is!  Amos reminds me of Bettina's youngest cherub who loves to stuff his blankie in his mouth for a good chewing when he goes down to bed.

It was helpful to hear the Lord's Prayer this day.  Never have I understood Thy will be done more.  Truly.

Lord, I believe.  Help my unbelief!


Becky said...

So, Amos ululates when you disappear.

Myrtle said...

Oh, yes! In fact, I think he outdoes Josh. So, when you get here, I will let you deal with it since you are so great with histrionics!