Wigging Out

You know, we Christians are NOT supposed to worry, right?  So we typically say, "I'm not worried, I'm just concerned.  It's not the same thing".  Well, I'm not worried or concerned - I'M WIGGING OUT!  Hmm - I think that's more along the lines of the worried category, isn't it?  Bummer.  It's just that I spent ALL day running errands (dentist up in Wesley Chapel because we couldn't get into the nearer office for Nathan's follow-up filling after his root canal last week, picking our car up from the shop, going to the library, Tim going to a dr. appt in Tampa and the downtown library....) and I spent NO time actually getting ready for our move.  The house is a WRECK!  Boxes are everywhere.  We can't find anything.  I feel like Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh's Hundred Acre Woods Party (one of the best 15 minute videos EVER!) when he was running around like a chicken with his head cut off thinking about all the things he needed to do  for the party he was throwing until he stopped and said, "Ive got to make a SCHEDULE!".   Only he soon found that he was allowing the schedule to rule him.  OK, maybe that doesn't relate to me, because right now I don't have a schedule or a party, but the running around like a chicken with my head coming off is a pretty good match there!  Please pray we get organized - is that possible when you move?  I don't know - I think I've only moved twice in my adult life before this, and I don't remember it being this crazy (even counting my last move to this address when I was pregnant with triplets and went on bedrest the day after we moved in).   So more than organization I think I just need the peace that passes understanding to guard my heart and my mind in Christ Jesus.  Yea, that's the ticket.  Pray for that, OK?