Found an old Olympic Beer in the attic (Little Bit says she wants a sip!)...we ripped out the carpet in the Master...hardwoods aren't in the budget, so we're enjoying concrete for now-and NO NASTY DOG SMELL! Yay!!! (And it hit me while shop vac-ing the concrete...why not paint it??)
The bug made it's way through all of us. I was the last to go down and thought I'd escaped it!
I got to spend a few hours Thursday night with two old friends...it was a balm to my soul. A major turning point.
Thank YOU for all of your sweet words and encouragement! Y'all are precious. This has been a crazy ride...a hard ride. I haven't handled things as well as I'd have liked. I've sinned in amazing new ways, and old ways...freaked out...been short, fussed, had a sharp tongue, etc. And I've learned a lot of ways to minister to families when they move. Y'all, it is hard. And unpacking and homeschooling and laundry and cooking and trying to settle in-and all in a new town-it's a lot on a person. And I know others going through and dealing with SO much more. Basically-it's been really hard. I haven't wholeheartedly and with a good attitude stepped up to the plate. I just haven't. Failed.
And God is gracious. And forgiving. His mercies are new every morning. And my husband knows Jesus and fleshes out the Gospel. And my children are forgiving. And I am humbled and thankful.
Moving is hard. God is good. Sometimes you just gotta deal. I've learned some lessons. And I've messed up big time. I pray I can finish strong...'cause we ain't settled yet.