Hitting the Wall Hard Enough to Splatter

For two weeks now, my life has been a discouraging marathon of frantically studying my Powerplant textbook, overloading to the point of forgetting what I've already studied, then scrambling to try to relearn the stuff I just forgot. And then, when that all gets too wearisome, I pack a few boxes which, on the whole, is far more satisfying and far less stressful than cramming. At the same time, though, it's hard to predict what we will and won't need to use/wear/read/etc in the next 9 days, so it's hard to know exactly what can and cannot be packed just now. It's also a little frustrating, because my FAA examiner won't return my calls to verify that I'm testing this weekend. If I don't test this weekend, then we can't move next week. If we can't move next week, I can't start my job on the 28th. If I can't start my job on the 28th, I don't know if I'll still have a job. So I'm stuck in this holding pattern that just begs and begs to be a source of ENORMOUS anxiety in my life, and all the while I'm trying to jam about 700 pages of information into my brain before this Saturday. I'm tired, and I mean just absolutely burned out. I'm frustrated. And I'm trying so very, very hard not to be discouraged or afraid. The war between my spirit and my flesh has never been so dramatically obvious in my heart. I have this constant murmuring in my mind born of all the 400 or so pages I've already read, and underneath that, I hear this: "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." So here I am.