Packing

I am trying to pack. We are moving in a month and a half. I started a month and a half ago. I started the week of Easter Break and...that's it. Okay I packed maybe 5-6 boxes, but that's it. I used to be a packing/moving pro. Then one day God started molding my life towards something in the future that only he could see. The molding began in the form of a car accident. And since then He has blessed me with 5 more car accidents. In hindsight, I can say that He had it happen to teach me several life lessons. 1. Listen to my body--it speaks to u. (I'm sure everyone else knows that, cause they all gripe about their aches and pains. I didn't, they just annoyed me.) I listen now because I have no choose but to listen, less it degrade to dibilitating circumstances. 2. I have to pay attention to it to learn about eating habits. 3. I have to listen to it to tell me that I'm running over my children-figuratively, of course. Yes, I get going to fast trying to stay up with our world and they get left behind or worse ran over.
So, that leads me to my packing. Like I said, I used to be very efficient at packing and moving. I have 50-some moves under my belt. But since children were born, I've lost it.
I think that God is trying to teach me some more here and I am struggling with accepting this instruction. Once again, it's pride. I don't want to lose the packing machine that I was and admit ...what? That I'm a normal human being? I like efficiency and order. I've always thought God gave me this gift to use in everything that I'm involved in. yes, I do believe that God does want me to do that, but in MODERATION. I can't pack and have fun at the same time. Fun with my children. And eventually, they just become irritating to me. I am learning to stop. In the middle of something, no less, and play with my littlest boy. He'll be gone next year all day and I will be childless. That's a hard concept, when I felt like I was just getting used to it this year.
As the years go by, and Iknow this is a cliche, remember to enjoy each moment. Or at least several moments of each day with ur children, cause they will be gone so fast.
And now I'm gonna cry...

Marriage is a no-pride zone.

I am reminded every time we have a minor disagreement or a major arguement that pride must fall flat on it's face before making-up begins. As I write this I am working hard to be objective and not vindictive. Last night we had another of those miscommunications.
Why did this become such a huge deal, when it started so small? You got it; pride. I said this, you said that. How come you did this? Why did you not do that? Etc.
It's not always apparent. And definitely a hard bullet to swallow when recognized, to apply to ourselves. The one who made the mistake is in the position to see the obviousness of it. The one with the pride issues has a bigger SIN to deal with.
I did something right earlier this week. I made the mistake of letting that go to my head or wherever pride resides. I didn't stay humble and consequently became prideful. When the opportunity arose again to practice the same self-control & compassion, and when God allowed it to be a little bit more self-involved, my pride stood up and caused me to step on a landmine.
The miscommunication cost a high price of recent hard-won peace. Today, the "business" is over yet the hard & hurt feelings remain somewhat. However, deeply buried. They can never be erased and will never be undone.
If we work more at preventing the pre-war stuff, the post-war will never happen or at least less frequent and then Satan has less ammo. (Yes, I have lil' boys & live in a military community.) I find that God is a weapon of no equal, if only we include Him! Thank you Lord for always being available. Please help me to remember to petition you!