One would assume that a person would eventually become accustomed to change and instability while living the Wild West sort of life.

One would be wrong.

The human mind is almost infintely adaptable, which means that new things become ‘normal’ very quickly. It doesnt take long at all for a temporary thing to become permanent in the mind.

One of the few major remaining obstacles to being able to move into the barn is the lack of stove. I purchased the unit back in December, but unseasonably warm weather left us with a driveway that was more in the way of an insanely long moat than a useable road. Even once the weather turned cold, there was the lack of walls and shelter from the weather, and then after that there was scheduling issues…

Last week, I purchased the wall thimble kit (the piece that allows the pipe to go through the wall), but the stove has remained elusive.

My cousin offered, this past week, to come over with his pickup truck and fetch the stove. He is planning to do so tomorrow. (And of course, tomorrow is supposed to be above zero, so hopefully the driveway won’t thaw too badly.) And having a set day for delivery kicked off a panic attack out of nowhere.

It seems the stove is the symbol of another big change — moving 150 feet to the East — and it was just one change too many this week.

I reached out to my community of prayer warriors, and they reached back, with prayers for shalom and rest and the hand of God to comfort. It helped, some. Sleep will help, some. And just getting through this one more change will help, some.

We live a tenuous sort of life right now. It has its compensations, but it can be awful hard on the nerves.