Ok, so there are 10 days until we leave for the States. Things seem to be getting a touch hectic as we tidy up loose ends here, there and everywhere. Call this company, email that person, pick up something from Adelaide, research some obscure thing. We are crossing things off our list but it doesn't seem to be getting any shorter. 'One thing at a time', my Mum always told me, 'one thing at a time'.
In the midst of the many tasks needed to be completed before we leave on the 21st, there have been a few random and annoying occurrences that we could have done without.
We all have horrible colds. The poor kids are snotty and coughing. Hannah's been very unsettled at night due to her extremely high boogie levels, so our sleep hasn't exactly been wonderful either.
Last Saturday, Lachie fell out of his Uncle Dan's ute and broke his arm. Yeah, that's right, he broke his arm. It was Monday before we took him to the doctors, seeing as he was ok apart from not wanting to use it at all. He had an X-ray which showed both bones in his forearm to be slightly bent and a little bit broken. Really not too bad. He was given a cast in Strathalbyn Medical Clinic and he was awesome about it. It was on for 1/2 hour before he said that he'd like it off. Hmm, sorry mate, no can do.
Anyway, the doc at Strath wanted him to go to the Fracture Clinic at WCH just to check it was all ok, so we headed there today (thurs), waited for an hour and a half to see the doc for 5 mins. A little frustrating. He was given a new cast, a lovely red one, which he was pretty stoked with and we were told to return in a week. Yeah, just what we were hoping to be doing 4 days before take off. Oh Man. Sucks.
And there are quite a few things that we need to get organised before we go that are proving to be very frustrating. Overall, it is taking a lot of time, energy and faith just to keep our heads up and keep pressing on towards the goal.
People ask us, are we excited? Well, no actually. I'm a little frazzled and my patience is running pretty thin. I'll be excited when we are on the plane. I don't have time for excitement right now.
Having said all this, we have been reminded of a sermon preached by Kris Vallotton, the Associate Pastor at Bethel Church. In it he made this statement 'the dogs of doom bark loudest at the doors of destiny'. Let that sink in for a sec. Think about when you ring the door bell at someone's house, they have an 'inside dog' or two and you hear them run for the door, barking like crazy, making you take a step back. Imagine your friend opens the door and there at her feet are two little yappy chihuahuas. 'What was I so worried about?' you think as you step over the dogs in disdain and enter the house.
This is what happens when we are at the door to our God-given destiny. The 'dogs of doom' are those things that come up against us, attempting to prevent us opening the door and stepping into the plans and promises God has for us. Of course the evil one does not want us to fulfill our destiny as a child of God so it comes as no surprise that when we stand at the edge of our future, 'things' seem to happen......a lot of things.
If we do press on, step through the door and enter in, we realise that the dogs and the barking were all for nothing, a big hooha, in comparison to what we've come into.
In the midst of all the 'stuff' happening, we're remembering this, actually to be honest, we're clinging to it!! In fact, the dogs of doom can bark all they want and as loud as they want cause in 10 days, we're opening the door and stepping into the destiny the Lord has for us and we shall relish the moment.....broken arms and all.
