And Then There Were Two

We might be moving sooner than we thought. ALOT sooner than we thought. Like in one month!
Without going into all the dreaded details.....Ben talked with our mortgage companies Thursday. We learned some new info that could require that we move, and pronto!
So, here are our options; 1-We get what we need from the mortgage co.'s and can stay until February (I LOVE this one:) 2-We don't get what we need and have to record the sale of the yard and our house on the same day. The 'yard sale' (did you get it.....yard sale.....he, he, he!) will be ready to go to title in as little as 25 days.
As I was e-mailing a friend this morning, I was listing our options. In my brain I thought there were three options. As I sat typing away, the realization hit me that we only have two. Only Two. Two options. For some reason I hadn't realised the seriousness of our situation until then. Only two options? Really?
The last option would mean that we fix all the things that need fixing in the house and get it up for sale in two weeks. We probably have about a month and a half of things to fix. Oh yea, and we'd need to find a rental. Oh yea, and pack. Ugh.
I just keep thinking the scripture "My grace if sufficient for you. My strength is made perfect in weakness." To me this means that all I need to survive is God's grace. And when I feel weak or like I've come up short or like I've got too much on my already full plate, He is my completion. Another word for perfect is complete. I am complete when His strength is at work in me, or rather when I allow His strength to work in me. This passage honestly makes me want to leave this area and cry (all the kids are surrounding me and I wouldn't want to worry them). God is so good. He has known this was going to happen and he knows how it will end.
Now this last part is hard. My good friend Anna gave me a wonderful piece of advice (love you Anna and thanks:). Do not, under any circumstances, offer help to anyone. We joked that I have to get up in the morning and look in the mirror and say 'No!" over and over and over. *chuckling* Normally I don't have a problem saying no, but since our situation changed fast, my helping heart hadn't caught up to reality quite yet. All that to say that I might be asking for help in this season, instead of offering it. I'm not one of those women who after a c-section to quadruplets, tornado devastating her house, her kids starting school and going through family problems says "Oh. Thanks for the offer to help, but I'm fine. No worries here!" (I tried to figure the most traumatic things possible and combine then into one lady, this person is no body I know.)
I wish I could just hit fast forward until this one month is over. Oh yea, His grace is sufficient......His strength........