Moving house with God by my side

Originally appeared on spirituality.com

The garage ceiling had collapsed. The foundations were sinking. The house I shared with my 91-year-old mother in Brisbane, Australia, was slowly falling apart. I couldn’t put it off any longer. I felt overwhelmed, but I knew we had to move house—again.

I wasn’t looking forward to what would be my third move in 18 months. The previous two moves had not gone well. The stress and effort of packing had taken its toll on me physically, and I'd experienced a host of other problems, including unexpected expenses and long delays.

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