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)
everything He gives 
❤ I'm so excited to hear more about your new house and will pray that everything goes smoothly. Oh I have been almost exactly where you are in some ways and I know- I know! I will pray for your babies!! One of our children had a very difficult transition to our temporary home- wilful toileting accidents far past potty training age, tantrums, uncharacteristic meanness to sisters, weepiness etc… it was so stressful to me to see her so out of sorts but I tried to keep myself as even as possible and she did settle in a few weeks after saying goodbye to our old house and was her usual (still pretty volatile and inflexible but not so intensely crazy) self. The move to the new house was easier because it was exciting and happy, but I was prepared for a couple more weeks of torment. I hope to hear more soon about the good gifts the Lord will give you to sustain you in this time. I had a hard time blogging too during our transitional stage but when I did it helped me feel like SOMETHING was normal.