Can someone pick me up??

Yes, believe it or not, I'm not going to back date this post as I always seem to do. This past month has been a wild ride and believe it or not, we're still riding it! The month of July is always very special and hectic for us. Besides Tom's bday, Jake's bday and my bday we also have 2 extended family member birthdays thrown in there. No more July birthdays!! We have seemed to fall into the tradition of having my dad and his wife here for the Fourth of July and it has now become tradition to have a picnic with our family and his wife's family. We have also added having my nephew stay with us for 2 weeks during that time. And since we didn't have enough family here during that time, we have also enjoyed my sister and her family coming up for our Fourth of July tradition. To add to that, we have started a tradition of going to my mom's house for a week in Washington DC the middle of July. All the grandkids and my sisters come and enjoy the week of fellowship. Can you say busy?? So, now do you know where I've been for the past month? Am I excused from not posting?? Thank you!

I must say that I didn't think I would be posting this this late in the process but here I go. Our house has neither sold nor rented. Yes, that's true, our settlement date is exactly 13 days from today. Interesting isn't it?? Why haven't we gotten off this ride yet?? I have no idea but I can tell you that I'm spent. I lost all hope and have no more faith. This was a faith walk, right? I sure thought so. We both believed that the Lord was taking us out there for a purpose. He had called us out there beyond both of our better judgements. We loved where we are, why would we want us to move? Hey, who am I to question? We stepped out. Left our comfort zone. Took a leap of faith - against the better judgements of certain family members. Walked in obedience. We've been given little "breadcrumbs", as I like to call them, along the way - little pieces of Him that show us that we're heading down the right road. We've even met opposition from the other side causing us to ask why we would even want to be close to that. But yet, we still walk. It's WALKING in faith, not sitting. And we've walked my friend, yes, we've walked. And now, I'm tired and weak and done walking. He continues to remain silent when I need answers the most. He talks about perserverance - now I know what He's talking about. When I want to give up and am to weak to walk, it is then that I need to be carried. Someone better pick me up. The lyrics to HELD by Natalie Grant seem to say so much right now

Held
(Christa Wells)
Christa Wells, a part-time songwriter and stay-at-home mom of three in North Carolina wrote this song in response to two very difficult losses that happened within 48 hours. And for her, I think it must have been one of those total shake-your-fist-at-God moments where you cry, “Why God?” These are the things in life that we cannot understand or explain, and the lyrics reflect that honesty. God didn’t promise us we’d be okay or that life would be easy. My faith does not protect me from pain, but it provides me with peace. God only promises us that when we suffer, when we’re in pain, we’ll be held in His arms through every circumstance.
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we’d be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it’s unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held