Yep - I most definitely prayed this morning!
That's because I was sobbing and scared to death. I think this move might be even harder than having the hysterectomy - which completely rocked my world! (Yes, I know, I have three beautiful children - but, it's completely normal for women to get depressed over it. The doc told me senior citizens get depressed over it - and I was only 26!)
Well, plus I lost my precious grandmother and my wonderful best friend, Sammie - right around that time, too. It was just a really, really hard time.
And my father and I weren't really talking - ugh, I'm getting depressed just thinking about it.
Anyhoo - this move is kicking our asses!
We need $7000 - like, today!
Hubby is talking about selling the van and the truck. Oh my God. I don't know how we'll ever get a replacement vehicle - for either one of us.
Our credit is too bad to finance, and we surely won't have enough money to just outright buy one.
But when you're stucker than stuck, drastic measures sound like they will save the day.
So there is a real possibility we might lose both vehicles and the house.
I just keep reminding myself that God doesn't have any grandchildren. And I am trying to feel His loving arms supporting me.
But I am so scared. Or, I was so scared. After having a long (bawling) talk with God this morning, I feel somewhat better. Like I know it all still sucks, but, I'm not scared to death anymore.
God didn't bring me this far to drop me.