Here's the house I grew up in.
A couple of weeks ago I made a very fast trip back to my home territory.
It's always surreal to look at something from the past and see that it is the same, yet completly different.
I have so many memories of that house, I still have dreams that take place there.
I was happy to see a cat perched in the window. We always had cats when we lived there.
I hope that happy memories are still being made in that little gray house.
Lots of book reading around here and maybe just a little too much watching of Sprout. Lazy Summer days living in someone else's house limit us a bit. I wish I had a garden to tend and jam to make, but those things are best left for when we have our own spot to live and grow into. I have pulled out a few crafts to do with the kiddies, but I must admit I am totally uninspired to do much. I know they would like to do more. I need to pull up on the ol' boot straps I guess.
We go to the YMCA nearly everyday...me to sweat, them to play. We are all content with the arrangement. Although I would much rather gorge on a ginormous cheese burger each day, the small portions and carrots sticks are paying off. I smaller, sleeker me is in the works.
Next, to plan a Fairy Tea Party for Miss Evelyn...she will be 4 next month. Also, school starts in a few short weeks. I am ever so thankful that school clothes have already been bought, washed and made ready, thanks to Goodwill and end of season sales last year. Now only the fun of shopping for supplies remains. I love the smell of Elmer's glue and sharpened pencils. Elijah in Kindergarten, Evelyn in Pre-school...wow.
How can it be mid-July already?
Do you ever have so much to say that you can't begin to even say it?
There is a lot going on right now in my life. Some painful things. Some things I am trying to figure out. Many things I can't and won't talk about here. Things I haven't talked about with anyone except my Lord and Savior. I am very careful in what I share here. I think our culture has gone too far in trying to expose itself in every possible way. Plus, I am a very private person that keeps things close to my chest, with the mindset of "who really cares anyway?"
I haven't any friends here as of yet and we may be relocating again to a different state, so why start trying to form friendships now? David says we should know this week where we are going to be.
I long to make a friend however. A good friend that I can pal around with. Someone who hopefully has children, so that ours can play together. I pray about her and for her wherever she may be and I hope she is out there waiting for me, wherever I end up. A Godly women who likes coffee, and yardsales, and crafting, and laughing. Since I am alonewith just the children a lot these days, I think often of that old hymn, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." It gives me some comfort when I am at my lonilest.
I also have an old sheet of notebook paper that I wrote down many scriptures on years ago. They are comforting to a weary heart. I have been keeping the paper on the nightside by my pillow. I read it when I go to sleep and right when I wake up. One in particular that I keep reading over and over is John 14:27, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
Wow, what a balm to my soul that is. No matter what hurts I am carrying with me, no matter how many tears I cry alone in my room these days. There is always my Savior who loves me and listens to me.
I find a great deal of comfort and hope in that.