to be back! I could almost cry, being on blogger is like being home. I would hug everyone if I could. I can truly say that I have made great "friends" thanks to the blogging world, which is good for this stay at home mom & preacher's wife- we aren't always the best at making friends.
We are settling into our new home very nicely. It really only took about a day for it to feel like home. It is cozy and everything seems so new to us - and drum roll please . . . I have a dishwasher! God did great work when he gave man the idea for a box thingy that washes your dishes for you. Truly a miracle. That's the way you feel about them when you have never had one. There's only a few boxes lingering around now, but I hope to have them gone when the rain finally stops around here.
We've all jumped right back into our routine after spending the holidays in TN and the several weeks of moving & unpacking after the new year. Brock is now a Divinity school student, the girls are back in pre school two days a week & Deac, he's still keeping us all on our toes.
We are still searching for the best & smartest decision for internet at the new place. I'm typing now from the coffee shop down the road. But I wanted to start sharing some of the gracious stories from our move. Bare with me, as they may be days apart, but I promise to update more frequently! So glad to be back - see you around . . . .
Here's a journal entry from last week . . . . .
Our recent move has been one of the most rewarding seasons of our lives. We had graciously lived for five years in a home owned by a couple in our church. And while we will never forget their generosity, it was literally falling apart & it was time for us to move on. What started as a stressful & scary process, soon turned into many stories of God’s goodness, His sufficiency and His provision, that never ceases to amaze us. As I type this, I’m sitting at the table, looking out to the backyard, (a huge backyard, by the way) in awe of His breathtaking faithfulness throughout that last several months. When I wake in the morning, and realize that I’m waking in the new house, I thank Him. I caught myself today thinking, “ Would I still be thanking Him if we were living w/ someone else right now? Would I still be thanking Him, if we had to move back to TN?” Then I stopped myself, because I realized those questions came from a place of lost thought. A place where instead of just basking in the light of His goodness, I wondered if I would still praise Him for all he has done, whether it was how I wanted it or not? And the answer is yes. Because I don’t follow Him, love Him for what He does – I do it for who He is. I want the Father, not he Father’s things. Aren’t you glad that He sees our heart? That He knows are deepest intentions?
Moving story 1: Brock's cousin bought us a mattress right before we got married. It was very thin & after 7 years, it was in terrible shape (we're talking springs coming through the top!). We really wanted to get a new one, but it just wasn't financially going to happen for us. Several days before our move, I ran into our neighbor in the parking lot at the grocery store. She stopped me and asked, " I know this is random, but would you all be in need of a queen size mattress when you move?" I cried, right there in the parking lot, hugged her neck & said "Yes! Yes, we would."
