We are moving again.  Have moved. Our house is smaller, but our hearts are fuller.  God is so good.  

 I hope to settle in this time.  To unpack the last box. I am well on my way, having exhumed the contents of a box three moves old.  Found a sweet teddy which my four year old has claimed as his own, tho it was first packed away before he was born. 

  

I wish I could share with you all the treasures, the joys, of answered prayers, of hope, of faith.  My God is faithful!  The One who made the smell of cedar groves and a boy’s heart beat with adventure.  He has called us to live, to know, to love, to serve.

  
 I think in heaven that I will look back clearly and sing all the more eloquently of my Savior’s work. Now I only glimpse His hand and then am dragged back into the fray.  Sitting quietly now, late at night with children sleeping, it is easy. Tomorrow there will be more boxes to unpack, bowls of cereal to pour, clothes to fold. To be in those moments also with a heart and mind towards Christ.  Well. That is the trick.  😉

Still God is good.