Moving Saga, Day 10

My phone and a full cup of room-temp coffee sit by the worn velvet chair overlooking the yard. The one I had set up at 5am to read and blog in… But that was four hours ago. I reheat my coffee in the microwave now (something I swore I’d never do if I ever had a microwave again), but these are just desperate times.

Tyler has been running nonstop picking up, assembling, and scouting out essentials like a lawnmower, washing machine and furniture, and I couldn’t be more grateful I’m married to a handy guy who can fix or figure out anything!!

But just now my husband—who’s also getting pretty good at reading me—saw the panicky look in my eyes and whisked the kids out the door to run an errand with him.

Silence. Thank you, Lord Almighty. You know how much I need silence.

I have a new obsession. It’s the sound of the wind in the trees.

I’ve decided it’s an Ozark thing… or at least an American thing… something we never heard in India. It’s either the strong breeze we’ve had these last few days or all the tall grass and lush trees around the house, but the sound is mesmerizing. I can also hear the cows murmuring next door, and now I hear a farm tractor at work.

I am going to LOVE the country life. I’ve always been a city girl, and in one year I’ll be in a metro of 22 million, but for now the breeze and birds and gardening, the play with the kids outside and the blogging is going to be therapy to my soul.

I’m starting to think that we can live any way and do anything, if we do it in seasons, and we breathe in the unique life that each season has to offer.

Each season is a gift.

So, today our move home from overseas is complete. The house isn’t all set up like we want… the third room (we still can’t believe we have a third bedroom! This is actually the “master”, but it will be our office/studio/guestroom) is still a scary pile of boxes, rubble, and my drummerman’s drum kit. The kitchen counter looks like a flea market, since I can’t seem to sort things well until jet lag is over. But as of ten minutes ago, the washing machine is installed and the huge backyard is about to be mowed for the first time. We are officially moved in!

I’m grateful these 10 days are over, and despite all of the crazy, there was so much grace. It’s like we just held our wings out and let Jesus carry us to the next nest.

And in these past couple weeks there were people in our lives I will always see as angels, who helped make the load lighter for a day or two. This couple from California happened to be visiting our mountain town. Nathan and Marissa spent a week playing intentionally with our Little Man while we packed up our house. He always ended the day happy and at peace.

Our real estate agent Jan is the cutest, spunkiest 70-year-old I’ve ever met. She helped us sell a tiny “investment” house we’ve never lived in, and find/ buy a little dream home in the country that will be our “investment” for decades to come…while we were on the other side of the world!

These are just examples of all the people God has sent to love on us in this transition. Thank you, blogreaders, for also being encouragement and prayer over us in this time. You’ve brought me joy despite terrible flights, landlord fights, and excess luggage.

The part we play in one another’s’ journeys when we really walk together is just. so. HUGE.