A week in my life....

Do you ever get the feeling that "when it rains, it pours?"

I started off 2009 feeling pretty good about things. Everything just seemed to be working itself out and going smooth. Well, I made it about a month and half and everything seems to be falling apart all around me.

Work....
I the past two weeks work has been crazier than it has ever been there. I love my job and this is the first time that I have felt truely stressed there and wanted to run away. It has been a snowball effect the past two weeks. Just one thing after another.

Life....
But on top of all the work stuff, I am trying to figure out all of the things that have to happen in the next few months. As most people know by now, Doug and I are planning to move after he graduates in May. He is interviewing in Pennsylvania right now at four different clinics. We had decided to stay in the North East, due to him wanted to work with cows and me not wanting to be outside of driving distance from NC. I have known for months that this was coming but it hasn't set in until the past couple of weeks. It always seemed so far away that I didn't really think about it and now it feels like it is right around the corner.
I am not worried about living somewhere else, but I am stressing about all the details and things that have to go into getting there. I have agreed to stay at my job until after the my boss gets back from a conference in FL on June 20th and Doug wants to start June 1st, which means that I will being staying behind for at least three weeks. Then there is only a week between the time I would quit and the week that I will be at HRUMC camp, so it doesn't really make since to drive to PA for one week to come back to NC for a week to then drive back to PA. So it is likely that I will go 5 weeks without seeing Doug. The most that we have ever been apart at any given time is 2 weeks. I just don't know how I feel about 5 weeks? Then there is the fact that some how mixed in with graduation, the trip to the beach and Doug starting his job, we have to find a place to live and move all of our stuff. How does that even work? How do you find a place to live, when you are 7 hours away with 2 dogs and a cat? This should all be very interesting.

The nice things is, in all of this, I have my faith in God and know that it will work out the way that He intends for it to be. It does humor me a little that the more I seem to pray about these things, the more they seem to get more complicated. Oh the irony!