We moved yesterday. The deal with the old house was that we could stay until that church found a pastor. They found one, so we moved about ten minutes down the road to a different house that belongs to the local Baptist association. The arrangements were a little complicated because it's a two bedroom. Ella is a terrible sleeper, so we decided to put her the master bedroom, and we're sleeping on a mattress in the floor of the den for now. There are times to push your kids, but this ain't it. This isn't even our last move, so transition is the name of the game for a while longer.
DeLaynie was a little unhappy to realize we're staying here. She keeps telling us that she wants to go home, no matter where we are. I wish she'd tell us where in the world home is, because we have no clue. There's an up side in all of this: we are gaining a biblical understanding of "home," along with our girls. (Anyone else hear "We Are Not Home Yet" by the great Stephen Curtis Chapman? I think that's our theme song for the moment.)
We're doing well, though. We're still debating on what our plan is. Hopefully, that will be made clear in the coming weeks. That's our prayer: clarity. It's been a bit lacking the last few months. Everything has a purpose, and we know that. We're clinging to it, actually.
The good news is that this house is able to feed off of the Internet at the association. We now have high-speed! Maybe that'll help in feeling a bit more connected to the outside world.
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