Why, who makes much of a miracle?~Walt Whitman, Miracles
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
We made it through a couple weeks of Michael being in France. These longer absences are never easy, but the kids are getting better about it. Unfortunately, we were housebound for some of it because of a couple snowstorms and temperatures that didn’t allow for outdoor play.
I am so grateful for all of the miracles and blessings around us during this time, but most importantly for the gracious acts of friends and family: coffee on a brutal day, a couple nights of overnight childcare, a little care package in the mail. It was absolutely lovely to have little tangible reminders that I’m not alone.
We’re in the last stretches of life in America for the foreseeable future. So we’re “ridding ourselves of all but love,” as the old school Jars of Clay song says. Of course, we’re keeping some things that will help the kids transition more smoothly, but a lot of things are leaving
We’ll likely be staying in another temporary housing situation (an answer to prayer
Because of the upcoming transition, I’m pushing school hard right now with the kids, to keep their minds occupied.
I’m also keeping my mind and hands occupied with crocheting a few afghans to finish up my yarn stash before we leave. I don’t know that I’ll get three afghans done in the next month. It’d be lovely if I could. Jubilee knows that she’ll likely have to wait awhile on her afghan.
~Walt Whitman, Miracle
meevery hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
I’m beginning to be pretty excited about setting up our home in France. Initially, we were unaware of what is basically a French Craigslist, so I had been looking at everything I could find furniture-wise from IKEA. It’s functional, but not always homey. We managed to find this used sale site, however, and it appears we’ll be able to furnish our home more