A Lesson from Clarence

Two weeks ago, I moved.  To be clear, I don't love moving.  It's a big job, and unfortunately, involves transporting a lot of junk from one place to another.  But there's something about going into a new place, with all the potential that lies within.  I delight in starting with a blank room and turning it into a home.  I was excited about the potential, but not looking forward to the process--especially because it was one of the busiest times of year at work.  I was working on a year-end process and had a very tight deadline.  I wasn't sleeping well, I didn't have much of an appetite, and I sort of felt like I was drowning.

Suffice it to say, it was a stressful time and my roommate and I were both ready to pull our hair out.  But we made it...thanks to our friends.  I sent an email to my mom the day after the big move that read as follows:

Alex helped move most of my stuff from our old apartment to Jeff's house.

Megan and her family took the beast (my dog) on a 3 mile hike yesterday.  It was wonderful for him and the perfect amount of time for him to be gone.

Hannah and Sebastian took a car load over, packed up the rest of my room, took that over, and set up my bed before they left so that at least I would have a place to sleep when I crashed.  They also brought me coffee when they came back with the second carload.

Matt and Jeff (both after getting home from tour - Jeff was running on 75 minutes of sleep from the night before) helped move the stuff from their house to my new apartment, and then went back to the old apartment, packed up my entire kitchen, loaded up their cars to unload today, and took my key so they could finish up moving everything left today while I was at work (both my stuff and my roommate's stuff).  I also overheard Jeff telling [my roommate] that they live 3 minutes away - so if she ever needs anything to let them know.

Needless to say, I was in tears multiple times yesterday haha.  I am so blessed beyond belief - I don't even have words.  All I can say is, "my cup runneth over."  God is so good to bless me with friends such as these.

I've tried to find other words besides, "Thank you."  Nothing else seems sincere, but a mere "thank you" doesn't seem sufficient.  I must have said it a million times that day, maybe more.  

I felt very much like George Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life.  I watch this movie every Christmas, and every time Harry raises his glass to toast his big brother George - "the richest man in town,"  I tear up.  It's beautiful.  And for maybe the first time, I truly understood.  

"Atta boy, Clarence."