*** DAY 3 -- Busier and Busier Days, THREE

I continue to do those things needed.  I know they will all get done and we will report for duty  on  Monday, but Bonnie keeps worrying that it won't all get done.

I helped my daughter and son load their van yesterday and threw out my back.  It is sore, but life must go on.  We have to decide on many things still.  We have a few more trips to the storage unit and the DI.  We also have to start packing.  Nice huh.  We will be packing for the MTC mostly.  Since we will be coming home between weeks in the MTC, we only have to pack this time for a few days, then for eighteen months later.

My old boss called yesterday and wants some of the space in our storage unit.  Since he is paying for the cost, we must go and rearrange the spacing, the packing of the unit to give him what he needs.  Thus a new obstacle to overcome.  Another "ITEM" to get in the way of our thinking of the coming joy and happiness when we are serving as missionaries.  I guess the real joy and anticipation of serving will start when we enter the MTC next Monday.  Then these things will mostly be done, or better be.

As I look at my lists, they are getting many things crossed off, but still have many not crossed of.  Mostly, doing things that need to be done, like thank you notes, deciding whether to give away or store for two years, etc.  And of course there are still things to purchase, like a potato peeler, for there are none down there.  They also don't have life savers.  I know, these things don't seem to be important, but really, talking with those who have been down there, these things come in handy, thus they are added to the list.

Every where I look, there are things that have to be done.  I don't consider all the millions of things that have been done, I just look at what lies in front of us.  I guess that is as it should be.

A mission still feels like it is a far away dream, since so many other things are demanding our attention.  But in a few days, we will have to leave them all behind and start putting our attention where Father wants it. Finally!