Moving!

Well, speaking of speeding through life. I've been waiting for a LOOOOOOng time to move out of our technically 1 bedroom place. I think just after Abigail was born, we realized this place was too small. God has been good to us (mostly in helping with my bad attitudes) and we have managed to fit for over 3 years, but now the time has come. WE ARE MOVING !!!!

And it is all happening so fast. We saw the place on Sunday after church (which this place is only 2 miles away from) and already we put in our application, sent our check and they called today to approve us. Praise the Lord. So the next few weeks will be busy with packing and more packing. I doubt I will write much, if not at all.

Some quick highlights: It is a townhome, no one below or above us, a whole garage, a laundry room with more storage, an extra bathroom, doubling our closets, a dishwasher, a kitchen twice the size we have now, and a living room three times the size, and Mike's commute time will be cut in half. Of course, knowing my nature, I will find something wrong with this place once we've moved in. I hope by God's grace, I will remember His Faithfulness in helping us find this place, and will help me to be content no matter what.

So, until next time....

the Now and the Daily

Normally, I get moody when I wake up and the sky is the color of lead and huge rain drops are pounding against the window. But today I relished in an unexpected day of "rest". I didn't fully rest, because I am a stay-at-home mom of a wiggly 3 year old. But after 4 days of non-stop activity, it was nice to just be at home (literally).

I've also been meditating on a recent quote I read from Mitten Strings for God--Reflections for Mothers in a Hurry by Katrina Kenison (thanks Jen). Her first chapter is devoted to her friend who died from cancer. When Kenison was going through her papers, she found this quote among the unfinished manuscript of her friend's 2nd book:

“I have learned to quit speeding through life, always trying to do too many things too quickly, without taking the time to enjoy each day’s doings. I think I always thought of real living as being high. I don’t mean on drugs—I mean real living was falling in love, or when I got my first job, or when I was able to help somebody, or watch my baby get born, or have a good morning of really good writing. In between the highs I was impatient—you know how it is—life seemed so Daily. Now I love the dailiness. I enjoy washing dishes. I enjoy cooking, I see my father’s roses out the kitchen window, I like picking beans. I notice everything—birdsongs, the clouds, the sound of wind, the glory of sunshine after two weeks of rain. These things I took for granted before”.

Now, I haven't reached the enlightened stage of enjoying cooking or doing dishes, but I do want to cherish the Now and the Daily...and never, ever take anything for granted.