We’re moving this week, and I’ve been spending more or less every spare hour these past weeks packing boxes. Boxes. Boxes piled in the living room. Boxes under the table. Boxes stacked up in the closet, and beside the bed. Boxes half-full and gaping open, ready for our wee one to drop something inappropriate inside. Boxes, boxes, boxes. I really do not like moving.
When I move to the sky
Up in heaven so high
What a wonderful time that will be
I’m ready to go
Washed in Calvary’s flow
That will be the last move for me
On the other hand, our new place is going to be great once we’re there. Until then, wish us well.