Hello friends. And welcome to the new subscribers and visitors popping over for the Advent Readings–this is an active blog. I’m returning now from an unplanned three-month hiatus while our family relocated in a long drawn-out fashion from Oxford, England to Delaware. We now live in a church house, a lovely old place they call the Farmhouse. Our boxes arrived from Oxford, their contents have been distributed in cupboards, we’ve hung our pictures on the walls and begun the business of making it home. This involves guests and baking and bubbles and hide-and-go-seek and time. We’re loving it.
I haven’t lived in an actual house since I was eighteen. I notice the silence of not sharing a roof with others. And also the noise of not sharing a roof with others as I may now more regularly let my children express their God-given exuberance for life. The only meals to be smelled when you come in the door are those I’m cooking (the burnt undertone is all ours, too, I’m struggling with a bout of severe absent-mindedness and I keep singeing things). With the kitchen, dining room, living room, library, and playroom all in actual separate rooms the children have so many places to make messes in that I have to keep a chart for clean-up. It has a big barn on it and says “We live in a Farmhouse, not a Barn” and they get to stick animal stickers on it when they get the job done. It’s amazing what small children can accomplish for the delight of a tiny bit of sticky paper with a pig on it.
It’s delightful to be settled again, my inner Susie Homemaker is reveling in creating orderly cupboards and finding recipes and designing centerpieces. Our family is heaving a sigh of collective relief at having a place to be. One of the reasons I have been absent from this space is that it’s taken this long for my children to stabilize a bit. They’re such little guys. They did so great through the whole thing, the goodbyes and the journey and all the visiting and traveling and changes of place and scene. We did our best to stay consistent in whatever ways we could for them, routines and such, but it was difficult. By the end I think we were all just so weary. Oddly, when we finally ceased hopping about and started to settle in, all of the children seemed very fragile and emotional for quite a while. Tiny children seem so adaptable and they had done so well that this came as a surprise to me. So we’ve been slowly reestablishing routines and finding our new normal.
I can see, even through the very challenges of the last few months, how God is preparing us for our future adventures. If God wills we plan to be here for the next year and some, perhaps even two years, getting ready to move to southeast Asia. We are in the process of applying to the group that seems like the best fit for us at the minute, and then our training and other preparations commence. We are so excited about this. I can’t describe the feeling of at last sending off that application that has been in our hearts and on our minds since we married nearly ten years ago.
And here ends the catch-up post. And the last one I’ll have to categorize as “In Transit” for a while, praise the Lord! Stay tuned for more of the usual mix and Happy Thanksgiving!