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Jesus, the name that charms all fears...

I've started the long and intense process of packing up the apartment. I'm hoping that I gave myself enough time...and not too much time. I began my packing list at the first of the month and am almost done with that. I also have about 5 boxes fully loaded with books. The last time we moved, I was 8 months pregnant and we moved out of a 600 sq.ft apartment. It's funny how a few hundred square feet and an additional person can change the packing process so much. I've realized that I'm in need of more boxes then I thought possible. I've been saving Simon's diaper boxes and have a few random-sized flattened boxes for such a time as this. Last time we were fortunate enough to acquire boxes from friends who had recently moved. That was a huge blessing!

I know a lot of you are wondering if we've heard or gotten official word from the bank yet. The answer is: nope. We're really living by faith right now. The good news is, our apartment hasn't been taken yet, the bad news is we have yet another showing that's suppose to take place any minute now.

It's been 2.5 months since we last walked through the house that we're interested in purchasing. I feel like I need to see it again to reassure myself that it's not a fuzzy dream and to remind myself what we liked about it. These 2 months haven't been kind to me. Doubt and discouragement are two things that I can't abide. I just wish the bank would officially approve our offer so we could get the house inspected and so I could see it once again.

We sang O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing on Sunday and the first line of verse 3 has stayed with me since singing it. Jesus, the name that charms all fears. Such a simple truth. :)

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