You may have noticed that things have been quiet around here, with few postings on the blog or Facebook—and that’s because we moved on Saturday. The past week was an intense time of packing, tackling last minute chores, and now, unpacking with two toddlers constantly underfoot. Things have been rather crazy to say the least.
The chaos was taken to a whole new level on Friday night when we went to pick up our rented moving truck. “Your reservation is not in the system,” they said. “You’re joking,” we said. Unfortunately, they were not, and our Friday evening was spent frantically calling moving companies trying to find a truck that was both available first thing the next morning and big enough to move our things.
After a few moments of panic, we took a deep breath and turned to prayer. We prayed the powerful Memorare, calling on Our Lady to find us something and fast. And truthfully, after that prayer, peace returned to my soul. I took confidence in the words, “Never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided.”
A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was U-Haul calling to tell us they had a truck for us that we could pick up first thing in the morning.
Peace in the Storm
Perhaps you are laughing as you read the story of our moving misadventure. After all, a missing moving truck isn’t that big of a problem in the scheme of things. And yet our lives our filled with hundreds of little crises like these that, if we are not careful, can very easily rob us of peace. That is not to mention the big, persistent problems that many face on a daily basis.
It is a fact that over 40 million Americans