First let me begin with professions of blog guilt….. AUGUST 12!!! The last blog. Wow! No wonder I feel like I was hit by a truck. I just blew by 12 days without blinking. I have excellent
excuses reasons for my absence, which I shall name for personal vindication: nine-day work detail at my sister’s house (more on that later), one missed flight, almost-time-for-homeschool-to-start jitters, my brain in a fog… OK, that is all.
Yes, my baby sister, (who is 41) has had a disturbance in the force. Her happy, carefree life in the suburbs of Vancouver, Washington is coming to a close on Tuesday, August 28th when she embarks on the journey of a lifetime. The journey many of us only dream of…. moving to Maui. Yes, the Hawaiian island known for its beauty and luscious beaches. The surroundings sound all wonderful and glorious, but this is a lifestyle change taken on only by the brave of heart.
Selling out. Yes, to God’s call on your life. Yes, to the stuff in the house. Moving from 2200 square feet to probably half that, leaves room for many trips to Goodwill. Baby Sister is the least hoarder in our family, but still, she’s married with three kids and a dog and life in suburbia lends itself to excess. My arrival in WA (leaving the hottest week of the year in Phoenix, THANK GOD!!!) corresponded with the setting up of the massive garage sale that went down in two days as the most successful garage sale of all time. The amount of STUFF that sold was remarkable. The Lord sent people to the sale who loved the color red, were sucked in by half-filled cans of spray paint and needed more Christmas decor. Seriously. Even the yard swing that is covered in moss was dismantled and removed for $25. Really??? Yes.
Once again, I quote my mantra, “What God favors, He funds.”
After the sale packing commenced. In one day, we packed 63 boxes. Then we sat on the couch and stared at Craft Wars for two days…. which was only supposed to be one day, but I was pretty darn sure my flight home was on Wednesday. Turns out it was Tuesday. Oops. My nine-year-old nephew labeled me a “hard worker” and that was all the praise and adoration I needed. My job was done. I am home.
And what does this all boil down to for ME? A dazzling vacation opportunity. YES!