The morning after my father calmly requested I leave the house, I received an e-mail from him informing me that he had over-reacted and would very much enjoy my help with moving and that he didn't really want me to leave. Christ triumped!
Of course, I had already made arrangements to return to school early. So, I helped my parents move boxes Wednesday night, went back to school Friday, and returned to help them with the bulk of the moving this weekend. In fact, I believe all this worked out for the best, as I enjoyed the remainder of my break while in the comfort of my room at school, secured myself a single for the school year, and did a bit of web site work for the Office of Residence Life (who were kind enough to allow me to return to school early in the first place).
Trust in the plans that God has made and things will work out splendidly.
