Yesterday, I rented a U-Haul to get my stuff from my temporary space to my new apartment (oh, by the way, I got a job offer and a new place to live within a couple days of each other. It's been quite a week here in Su-Land) and pick up some essentials from my storage unit. It was one of the smaller U-Hauls, a cargo van instead of the boxy trucks, but still--driving a massive vehicle around a metro area is a thing this Su has never done before.
So in my moment of chuffedness (and while parked, obvs) I texted friend and recurring guest blogger Bill to share my triumph, and he immediately dubbed it the "Su-Haul." Y'all, I have awesome friends.
Anyway. I was sitting bolt upright in the seat, white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, adhering strictly to the speed limit (and annoying every other driver in Cincinnati, because apparently we don't do that here) while navigating city streets. And then I had to pull onto the interstate, and on my way up the on-ramp, I said, "Dear God... well, you know what to do."
|This, basically. Source: Christophe Libert|
Anne Lamott says the three essential prayers are Help, Thanks, Wow, and I agree. And I think the next essential prayer is this handy combination of all three: "You know what to do." Because goodness knows I don't. This week has been a whirlwind of new things and getting stuff done at high speed and meeting a whole bunch of new folks (I tried a new church this morning, too!) and basically holding it all together for just another day. And so at the center of the madness, I just keep doing the stuff I need to do, tell God "You know what to do," and then hang on to see what happens next.
And if next week is half as interesting as this one, it'll still be quite a ride.