since that seems to be a commonly asked question right now, why not make it the title for my blog post, right?
one day at a time, one foot in front of the other.
there is no right or wrong answer to this question.
and, because the asking of it may or may not be complex, i have trouble actually knowing the answer myself.
it’s like i told someone the other day; ‘when you are where you know God wants you to be, and because He has given so many, many clear signs that this was the way for us to walk, it makes the days of questioning and hard a lot less frequent.’
not that hard and questioning do not happen.
it’s just that when you know you’re in the right place, you can rest in that when the hard and questioning does come.
at least for Tim and i.
it is one thing to move yourself and your spouse 1,200 miles to a whole new life, but when you add in four dependents, it is a whole different story.
that has been a hard piece, to walk this with our kids.
it is not exactly ‘my’ story, their dealing with this in their own ways.
but, it has at times, been hard to watch them struggling with different aspects of this new life.
for Tim and i, we are doing the same things we did back in Pennsylvania.
for our two children in school especially, it is ALL new EVERYTHING.
new school, new way of learning, new teachers, new peers, new schedules, new games played at recess, new Sunday school classes and teachers and curriculum there….the list goes on.
for my one child, change and challenge spurs them on.
for the other one, change and challenge can be overwhelming and exhausting.
it is really something to try and help those two vastly different ways walk this new road.
i’d be lying if i said the first couple weeks were not hard for my kids.
i shed tears many a time for them and wished i could make it better.
that has been one of the hardest pieces of all of this journey of a new beginning; watching my children struggle and cry through it.
it’s in moments like that that i’ve had to go back to those many clearly defined signs from the Lord that, yes, this is the right thing.
and, it helps and the hard things pass and life does go on.
one blessedly amazing thing about children is their resiliency.
as i’ve watched them return more and more to their happy, ornery, and fighting selves, i have been so, so glad to see them ‘adjusting’ and acclimating back to themselves in this new land.
my two youngest are just doing the same things they did back in Pennsylvania and for them i cannot see that the change has been too hard.
for that i am thankful.
for me, personally?
well, as i said, one day at a time.
i am so happy to be near family that i don’t even know how to put that into words.
every day we go past my parents house on the way to and from school, my brother lives a quarter mile from us, and both my sisters are within about 10 miles of us.
i still just shake my head and laugh about it sometimes.
to think that for 13 years we were 1,200 miles apart and now to be within 10 miles of each other?
it is crazy.
the people here in Kansas have been so very welcoming.
i’ve made big moves like this before, so it’s not all new ground for me.
but, i am in such different places in life now than i was when i last did such a radical change.
i feel like i am cautious and slow in my approach to involvement.
which for me, is right at this time.
our being here in a temporary house makes me anxious at times, and yet i am trying to see this time as a good way to acclimate slowly and find rest from some of the stresses of this past year.
it is good for me to have less to do for a change, although i really do love to be hard at work.
so, while i do not have as much work as i did in my last house, nor as much as i will in my next house, i am forcing myself to be okay with a slower pace for now.
i can’t say it’s second nature for me to slow down.
but, i’m trying to learn this lesson while it’s before me.
and, as i said, one day at a time, one foot in front of the other.
Tim and i celebrated 13 years of marriage on the 7th and thanks to my sister watching our kiddos, we spent a fun day together in Wichita.
(not my favorite picture of us, but it’s better than none.)
spring has arrived here on the plains.
although, Monday morning of this week, we awoke to half an inch of snow on the ground.
thankfully, the sun is shining and it is a beautiful day today, so that snow is long gone.
Tim tilled the garden for me one evening last week and then on Saturday, Brent and i put in some seeds.
and, it’s now time to go pick up the school kids.
every time i come here to my blog, i realize how much i miss this space.
i long to post more often, and yet…..
i keep hoping.
i’m also thinking a new name for my blog is in order since i am no longer in my beloved little brown town.
i’m thinking of some ideas for that….
til next time…