look who thinks she can just start blogging again...

Wait, did I just do that?  Did I just click "new post" after a whole month of not blogging?  And it seems that after a whole month, I'd have lots of pictures and words to share.  So let's see, where to start?

Maybe this.

We are moving.  Next week I will be in a new home, in a new town, serving in a new church.  And I feel all the feelings that go along with that.  Excited, sad, happy, overwhelmed.  But mostly I feel confident.  Confident that it is the right move for us, confident that we are leaving our current ministry in great hands.  Confident that God has written these plans and humbled by His goodness.

We are moving into a house with THREE whole bedrooms!  We will have a huge yard, almost an acre!  We will be living across the street from the church that we will be serving in!  We will be close to where we currently live.

These are good things.
These are gifts.
And we are so very grateful!

So right now I am planning bedrooms in my head.  Our kids have always shared a room.  How do I sort toys and books?  I am planning packing in my head.  I am theoretically ordering shower curtains and wall clings.  And while all of things are going on in my head, I'm trying to slow our last days down in this home.  Sitting by our dining room window that lets in the softest, loveliest light, making origami with Buddy.  Singing, with John on guitar, in our poorly insulated living room.  Rocking in our chairs on the front porch with Moonpie.  Soaking in our final moments in this sweet little home of ours.