Only two weeks now until we say goodbye to this little house and move on out. We have been spending the last number of weekends packing in big spurts, then trying to keep life going normally during the week. We packed the books on Saturday and our home feels a bit colorless and empty without them. There is so much to do, as anyone who has ever packed and moved knows well. But in the middle of it, life goes on, and I try to keep some semblance of normalcy going. Our daily and weekly work–cooking, schooling, reading, cleaning, outside play, trips to the library and grocery store, knitting for me in the evenings after the kids are in bed.
Thus, my random smattering of photos. The children spread out on the floor watching movies. Finding Philippa after nap time on top of her bookcase, having colored all over her hands and dress in colors that actually coordinated her dress. Kombucha batches brewing on the counter, catching the afternoon light. Children playing and snuggling and reading books on my bed. Little random moments that make my heart happy and light and keep me grounded.
I feel that I can share with you now that we are under contract on a home, but won’t close until the end of March. We are excited but also trying to keep our emotions in check until everything goes through. It has been such an up and down journey, certainly not what we ever would have expected. Since we have about a month of limbo between this home and our new home, a sweet friend has offered for us to live in their new home in the meantime. We will put most of our stuff in storage and live fairly minimally during our time there, so I’m not sure how diligently I will be blogging. Be praying if you think of it for the children, that they handle this transition well. I think they are mostly excited and will be resilient in the midst of it, and I’m guessing it will throw Philippa off the most, as she has only lived in this home and has a strong love for being home, not usually sleeping well anywhere else. I’m hoping by keeping some of our family rhythms going, we can provide a sense of consistency.
All this upheaval and change in the midst of our ongoing battle for Phoebe’s health and the uncertain future ahead has me so thankful that we make our home in God alone, wherever we are wandering on this earth. He is our home, He is our security. He is our constant in a wild storm. There really can be peace in the midst of the tumult. Why do I forget this every time? Sometimes every day? I am thankful also for that sense that wherever Brandon is, wherever my children are, that is where home is for me. What kind of walls hold us and who owns them doesn’t matter too terribly much. Trials of any sort always pare life down to the basics, the simple and small things that matter most.
In Him we live and move and have our being. (Acts 17:28)