time to move

Well the day is finally upon us to move all our stuff. Moving is stressful and can be quite tiring if you aren't prepared for it. On the one hand its great! We have a nice lounge and we managed to get the single bed up the stairs. On the other hand the high water pressure we were promised is severely lacking and we arent sure we can get the queen bed up the stairs. We asked if the rooms would fit our bed and got told "one lady measured it for her king and it was large enough" so you just never think about the stairs.
In a way we can look at our lives and think yes this place is great! Yet we are trying to pack in all this stuff that God never wanted in our hearts in the first place. Frustration ensues and then we blame God.

"God why did you open the door if you never intended us to walk through it?"
"I am not one for closing doors on my children"
"Well then why didn't you tell us about the problems?!"
"Would you have listened with your heart so intent on something?"
"Probably not..."
"You have made your choice and you must live with it but I will be there to help you no matter what door you choose to go through. I am your security and you can lean on me every time you encounter some stairs. And know that wherever you are, if I am head of the house it will always be a good home."