Several weeks and 45oo miles later, we are settling into —mmm, how shall I say it—less disarray, more order, and not quite as much cardboard.
I’m taking full-advantage of homeschool perks and have not yet begun our homeschool year. I’m giving myself one more week.
In the meantime, we are alternating between emptying our lives out of boxes and actually living our new life.”It’s a patter-en!” says Middlest. “One day we work, and one day we play.” And that sums it up pretty well. I unpacked the kitchen one day, and we baked cookies the next. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera…
Toys are unpacked, and so is some of our favorite music, filling our new home with all the sounds that have been confined for far too long in an automobile.
And we’ve been counting our blessings, literally. One chilly morning, we snuggled on the couch together and took turns saying what we were thankful for in our new home and praying that praise to God. It was a special moment that I want to remember for a long time. The kids thanked God for their rooms and a house with stairs. And Oldest thanked God for our neighbor’s answered prayer. (The day before, our neighbor had mentioned that they had prayed for years that a family would move into our home.)
So, in the midst of this rather hectic time in our lives, thank you for your grace as well, in allowing me time to settle us all into our new home, new ministry, new space, and new life. In the throes of not-quite-back-to-normal, we really are having the time of our lives.
And Lord-willing, I’ll soon settle back into this space as well, blogging about our journey and the grace we’ve been growing in.
