I came to the sink the other day—and my husband had arranged a few cuttings into this glass jelly jar and set it in the window. I rested the smiley face rock against the glass (otherwise he just smiles up at the florescent bulb above the sink) … that’s how it made me feel to see those cuttings, in that glass JAR, on THAT window sill.
I haven’t written much these days on the move. Believe me, I have much to say on the matter. There is a time and a place for everything—now is not the time say everything.
To tell the whole story HERE-- well, this probably isn’t the place either.
Recently, I posted a photo of our oldest son’s Tiny-House progress on Instagram, and I’ve opened emails and I’ve even had some texts—inquiring about the move.
I don’t know what to say except; I thought for sure this was it. I thought for sure this time we’d be moving. I don’t like when that happens—when I speak out of turn.
For now—know WE ARE STAYING. Whatever plans we had, were just that—our plans. Evidently, God has other plans. He had plans when He brought us here; I remember that! I loved the country but at the same time—felt so alone and very much a stranger. We put down roots; a long time ago.
We will stay here on this little piece of earth, in this little community, in our little country cottage. PLANTED.
Right in between—three grandsons (and THEIR parents) on one-side and Tiny House builder on the other.
Until He moves us again.
‘Til next time-
For I know the thoughts I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. ~Jeremiah 29:11