Hey, friends. Remember me? I’m that girl who used to post photos and stories here.
And then we moved.
I honestly had no idea it would take this long to get settled. Exactly one month ago, with the help of sweet, amazing friends, we loaded a U-Haul truck, drove 162 miles west, and unloaded with the help of more sweet, amazing friends.
Then, while we were still in a daze, that twinkle-lit hurricane known as “the holidays” hit. Family members arrived and, to celebrate, we played super-fun party games like Assemble the Bookcases and Whoever Finds the Mixer First Wins. Good times.
We’re still not completely out of boxes, but I trust one day we will be. Meanwhile, we test these unknown waters and try to establish workable routines. We didn’t have internet service in our new home for the first four weeks, but I wouldn’t have had time to blog even if we’d had it. This new life includes Jacob at home full time and my parents across the street, along with Luke, Sarah, and baby Naomi. And, even though it’s a complete upheaval to former, semi-predictable ways, God keeps reminding me that this season is His gift to me. The question is, will I receive it and all its trappings with gratitude?
Last year I asked God to give me a word for the year, and He did. The word was “rest,” and I’m beginning to think it was meant to be a rest much like the one God provided for Elijah in 1 Kings 19, when He said, “Arise and eat, for the journey is too great for you.”
And he arose and ate and drank, and went in the strength of that food forty days and forty nights to Horeb, the mount of God.
And now, perhaps 2012 is the forty days and forty nights? He strengthens for such a time as this.
So I asked for a word for this year, and once again God gave. The word is “contentment.”
I’ll write more about this word soon and share what the Lord has already laid on my heart regarding its significance to me in this season. But I wanted to slip in here today, wish all of you a Happy New Year (better late?), and let you know that I haven’t forgotten you. Thanks for your love, prayers, and patience during this time of transition. I’ve felt them.
Giving thanks in community for (#337 – 352):
meeting new neighbors
this season of life
watching my mother play piano
George, for so many reasons
Jacob’s tender, unselfconscious ministry
my father’s example
spending time with Sarah
Luke, for who he is
God whispers in the midst of chaos
the assembling of the saints
new mercies every morning
a word for the year, and the strength to get there