Praying works

As I continue to watch our Father's plan open before our eyes, my heart swells and pools of tears fall. It is more than I can bare. Father's love is pouring upon our family and it is so intense and glorious it takes my breath away.

His hand is in everything we do, in everyone we speak to and in everywhere we turn. It is so prevalent and matter of fact that it makes stops my heart for a beat or two and I am left stunned.

WE need to rent our home. We aren't trying to make money off of our home. We can't afford two house payments, real estate has tanked and we are not as financially sound as we were a year ago. Everything is gone. Our savings, our food storage and our 401k and even our credit. We are 90 to 120 days behind on some bills.

DAY ONE
This afternoon, I felt the strong impression to just stop and pray and offer a prayer of gratitude. "What? I can't do that. I'm busy. I'm packing". Again, the impression came, and once again, I shirked the feeling. (so BAD, I know) Again the feeling came that I should pray. I told Mr. Incredible that I felt like we should pray and give a prayer of thanks. He said, "then pray". He called the children down from their rooms. He asked them if they would pray with us. Mr. Incredible offered up a sincere prayer. I felt much better.
That afternoon a family that we know said they are very interested in looking at our home and want to stop by and see it. They have a dog and are willing to forgo some inperfections in the house if we forgo some things. Sounds like a win win.

I pray that this is a right decision for them and for both of us. But, I couldn't help but be thankful for this little opportunity. Since then 3 other people I know from work have said they are interested as well. I need interested to turn into committment.
The next day!

DAY TWO
BOXES.
Moving boxes are pricey. I'm looking for free boxes. We went all over and the store manager at Office Maxx was particularly, nice. NOT! She had some empty boxes behind her counter. I followed the UPS man in, whom was delivering perfect boxes for me. (or so I thought). I encourage you all NOT TO SHOP AT OFFICE DEPOT! DO NOT SHOP AT OFFICE MAXX! OFFICE MAXX BAD...bad....very very bad! BOO HISS!! Seriously, the boxes were there, she said I couldn't have them because she has to bring them out back and put them in the compactor! that's the bottom line. I said, "Are you sure you can't give them to me or you just won't give them to me?" Her answer, "I can't" Ok, Office Maxx headquarters will get a letter from me, wondering why they are so unyeilding on this. Because it just cost them a BUYER who has FOUR school aged children! I left the store disgruntled, but I left without getting her named. So, I returned and when I did she said, Hi, do you want this box? Um...no, you said you can't. She has me wondering now..... Yep, I'll just head to Staples or Office Depot, thank you.
After leaving Office Maxx(boo hiss) stunned and teary eyed I was jilted from looking for anymore "free" boxes. I just wanted to go home. A man who used to own a moving supply company just sold the last of his boxes, tape, bubble wrap and plastic two days ago. Someone was a lucky dog! WE went to Home Depot scrounged for some free boxes and bought a few boxes to get started too. HOME DEPOT is the place to buy your boxes. They are almost 60% cheaper than UHAUL! Hooray for Home Depot!

DAY THREE
Guess what?? Yep, the feeling came to me to pray
I am packing, taping and marking boxes and I was impressed to stop and pray and read my scriptures again.
"COME ON, are you serious? I have to get this done!" (I thought) but I remembered the blessings that came from the last time I was obedient to the prompting.
OK, OK, I'll get my scriptures and read. I read about 4 or 5 chapters and my phone rang. It was my friend Heidi. She said her husband and son were on their way to the dump and wanted to know if I needed any boxes.

"HELLO, heck yeah!" While talking to her I couldn't help but get a bit sentimental. What if I hadn't read my scriptures, what if I hadn't done what I was prompted to do? would I have still received the boxes? and what if Heidi wasn't intune with the spirit? would she not have heard my prayer? If one of us were not insync would those boxes have gone to the city dump? It makes me wonder about all the possible misopportunities that might have come my way if I or another hadn't had static on their end of the line. Things that make you go hmmmm.....
Packing up my home after 11 years is harder than I thought. I never loved my house but as I began to turn our house into our home, I reflected on all the wonderful beautiful memories that we have made and created. This was our first home we have owned. Packing the contents of our home has gone effortlessly. It is almost as if things are just wrapping themselves and getting into the boxes. Once again, another huge blessing. She has given us enough boxes to cover most of upstairs!! There were A LOT!
My visiting teacher Jess emailed and also told me she had some large boxes as well! LOVE IT!

DAY FOUR! POLICE LIGHTS in my rearview mirror.

(I had my camera, but ain't no way I'm asking for a picture)
I just happened to turn into my neighborhood where 4 other neighbors drove by and had to see me getting pulled over! I wanted to crawl into my skin.
I was pulled over after having a great night with some friends at work! BUMMER!
My heart raced, my palms sweat and I was freaking out! But, I have the sense to quickly put my seatbelt on.
officer: "I pulled you over because your tags are expired"
me: "oh yeah, my husband told me he will get it done when he's back in town." Another officer had given him a ticket or a piece of paper if we get pulled over again.
Officer:" Your car is not inspected either"
Me: "What?" "Oh, I'm so sorry, I don't know anything about this. What should I do? where should I go? We are moving the end of next month. Can't I just drive it to Missouri and get it all done there?"
Officer: He was so nice and patient."No, mam, you can't".
Me: "OK, I will go there first thing tomorrow and get everything taken care".
Officer: "ok, I'm not going to ticket you. Just get this done and you will be ok."
Me: "Oh, thank you officer"
Officer: "One last thing, let me just run your license and make sure everything is alright"
me: "Oh not a problem! I haven't had a ticket in 10 years", I willfully and proudly submit my drivers license.
Officer: He walks up to the side of my window. I'm beaming. "Ms. Solomon there's a problem with your license"
Me: "SHUT UP!" said with total disbelief, shock and wonder!
Officer: startled look
me: "I'm sorry, I don't mean shut up, I mean you got to be kidding?"
Officer: shines flashlight on my drivers license. "You had a birthday last month"
me:"Yes, I did, thank you for noticing".
Officer: "read this with me"
Me: "license expires 12/16/2009" My face looked like he had just shot me with the tazer gun.
"OH MY GOSH!!! IT EXPIRED! I NEVER LOOK AT MY DRIVERS LICENSE! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER PULLED IT OUT! It expired a month ago!
Officer: "This is warrant for your arrest. You have the car not tagged and an expired license.
ME: My eyes begin to well with tears. I'm in total disbelief. Can't believe what is going on.
YOU CAN'T HAUL ME OFF TO JAIL!!! I can't go to JAIL! I start rattling off very quickly. I have three children!, they are home by themselves! Don't worry one of them is old enough to babysit. It's not child endangerment. My husband is out of town. What am I going to do? He's been out of a job for 11 months! If he were here. It's all his fault!" LOL, all of this verbal pukage spilled from the gaping hole in the center of my face, they call a mouth!
I'm so sad.
Officer: "Listen, I'm not going to ticket you. You are the nicest person I have ever met."
Me: "Oh thank you, thank you! (after hearing those words, I'm thinking, "seriously, I feel so bad for you, if I'm the nicest person, you've ever met." but, then I think, "DANG, your job sucks."
ME: back to reality. "I promise. I will go and get everything fixed tomorrow. Don't worry. I have another car that is tagged and legal."
Officer: "Umm... I'm sorry mam, but you can't drive! Your license is expired and if you get pulled over by another officer they may not be as NICE as I am!"
ME: "oh yeah, oh crap, oh... sorry! Ok, I'm going straight home!, thank you again."
Officer: "have a good night and take care"

Once again, another very very big blessing!!! I am legal. My car is inspected, registered, tagged and whatever and I have a valid license. It took me 35 minutes for the car things. I asked for the D.O.T and they told me the DaaamV. I was like, you don't have to swear! Remember, I live in the south and I was born a blonde! for real. I have baby pictures where I look like a white haired monkey!
The garage guy said the D.M.V. Department of Motor Vehicles??.... looking for a light bulb to go off.
Me: "Oh yeah, the D.M.V! I knew that!
I have no idea how people can drive around illegal. It stressed me out so badly. I like playing just within the rules.