The things I do. Moving that TV by myself was the stupidest thing I have ever attempted to do. The thing is, there is NO WAY I should have been able to do what I did.
I slid it off the TV stand onto our chaise lounge. Positioned the TV stand where I wanted it to go, then got the chaise & TV over to the front of the stand by bracing myself up against the wall and pushing the chair with my feet. Never realizing, once I got the TV where I wanted it that I had to lift it about 6-8 inches up off the chaise onto the stand. I tried a couple of times, worked up a sweat, dropped it on myself, pinned myself under it on the chaise, bruised myself, started crying -fully anticipating a heart attack or stroke. I got it propped back on the chaise and walked away.
I put the two little girls at the kitchen table, in their chairs just in case something happened to me...at least they would be safely strapped in.
I took a break, crying the whole time, decided to try again.....All I can say is it had to be God doing the lifting, because I certainly couldn't do it by myself. Not being a regular church goer, I'm almost afraid to say this. But I don't see any other answer. I think it was His way of telling me He's here - helping me; giving me strength when I think I have none left. I'm going to be OK from here on out, no matter what. I felt so completely overwhelmed by this and had to share it. Maybe I should have something more profound to say, but I don't. Rather I am sincerely humbled and in awe of the whole thing.
