John 3:8
I feel like through these past couple months, I’ve held on. I’ve worked through the sad and joy and the unknown and the packing and weighing and purchasing and selling and goodbyes and future hello’s. I have ridden the roller coaster. Tonight when we packed our kids up to stay at a friends house in town, I let go. Yaaa we need to clean our house, get rid of all the random extras that some call trash, I call treasure, and make sure we leave it well. But it hit me not having a home. No physical home. No safe place for my kids to sleep every night and make memories and remember memories. No place to go at the end of a long day and just beeee. Just hide amongst all the blankets and pillows and the old couch. My oldest is one of routine. He loves the same thing. Boring. He loves the consistent, the known. So when we showed up to our friends and on his comfy blown up air mattress was his same pillow, blanket, sound machine, and sister, he seemed reassured. Ohhhh how I wish I was that si...