Stuck at the Drawbridge

Last night we thought we'd take a little side trip, along with Anne's brother's family, to Honeymoon Island to see the sunset. We all packed into our two minivans and headed over. It takes about forty five minutes to get to the beach from our house, so we stopped at McDonald's just before the causeway to the beach. We were kind of rushing, because the sunset was just an hour away. The kids were starting to get a little bit cranky and the smell of the french fries was tantalizing for all of us. We were eager to get over the bridge and on to the beach. Just then, we hit a traffic jam. We could see that the drawbridge was up, but usually it goes down after a minute or two. The minutes passed, and we knew that something wasn't right. Then word came down the line that the drawbridge was stuck. Even if we waited, the sun would already be down, so we had to go with plan B. We ate our burgers and saw the sunset from Wall Springs park instead of the beach. As I was thinking about it today, I realized that being stuck at the drawbridge is a pretty accurate picture of the way Anne and I have been feeling lately. As we are preparing for our move to Texas, we are excited about what is ahead on the other side. As I am transitioning some of my responsibilities at Grace Family to others, I am beginning to look ahead. But, even with all of the preparations that we are doing, one big sticking point remains. We need to sell our house! We've had a number of people look at it, and I'm confident that it will sell, but it's just like sitting at that drawbridge. Will it go down before the sunset, or will we have to go with plan B? If our house doesn't sell in time, there is a possibility that I will move to Texas first, and then Anne and the girls will follow later, hopefully when the house sells. But right now, we're just waiting....