My absence here at my blog is bogging me down. So much happens in life it's hard to pick the greatest things, then write about them.
Right now our family is in a time of transition. We're living in Deerwood, working in Brainerd, spending time in Pierz and Emily. Needless to say, my car looks like it belongs to a group of vagabonds. I know I'll look back on this time with an element of fondness...but right now, as I'm in the midst of the chaos, I sit dazed and confused. The horizon is bleak.
Wow, how's that for morose?
It's actually been a period of growth for me personally, so that's good, right? I've been able to more fully rely on God, as He's the only steady, unchanging part of my life. (Andrew's typically a rock, as well, but making house decisions has him rather wishy washy these days.) Encouraging other people to trust God through confounded circumstances is easier than applying faith in my own life, but I'm learning...I don't have much choice.
So as we continue to plod on in the reconstruction of our house, we're trying to focus on the Giver, rather than the gift. After all, the second cannot exist without the first.
"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. " James 1:17