It's weighing on me.
I need to write about moving, how we moved a year ago, and how far we have come since then. Also, I need to write about Shannon's move this past weekend, and Lu's move over the course of this month.
All I know is, every time I see a moving truck or a UHaul trailer, I get harsh pangs in my stomach and I spontaneously pray, "Oh, Lord Jesus, please help those poor people with what they are going through."
I wonder if strangers along the road were praying that for me? I think they might have been.