Deux

Moving is rough. Physically and mentally. Other than the aching muscles and trying to figure out where everything goes, it is--once again--the realization that we are here and not there and not where we used to be. Where is that and why exactly are we here?

Good question.

All these questions swim around in your mind while you are busy, but when silence falls and you're staring at the ceiling, it falls HARD.

Act 2, Scene 1.

I think I'm revisiting all those questions I had when we first moved here. Are we really supposed to be here? What is this chapter of our life for? Do I have a purpose? What is it? Will we even know now? What do I do in the meantime?

As I wait, I know deep down that it will be ok. Whatever it is, whatever He wants...as I pursue Him...and then the reassurance comes. I know where I've been, what my responses would've been a year--2 years ago.

I've changed. Amazing. Through all this seeming chaos and craziness, He has done a work in me. Can you tell? Maybe. He knows it and I know it. And maybe I'll tell Ashley.

I'm thankful He's teaching me again to be thankful. Thankful we have electricity and water and gas and money to buy gas and healthy kids who throw things all around the house so that it looks like you never cleaned it anyway.

Thankful to have a house. Thankful for space for Samuel to run and jump and play "Get You" with Daddy without having to worry about neighbors downstairs banging in protest. Thankful for grass that we have to water. Thankful for a garage and being able to bring groceries in the house without climbing stairs (15) and holding 2 kids in my arms. Thankful for our parents; thankful for Ashley's mom for staying to watch the kids while we unpacked/almost done! SO thankful.

WE ARE BLESSED.