Yep, the Furubotten’s are on the move. Where, you wonder? Patience, my friends. This is something God’s been teaching me (painfully) over the past six months or so, so I pass it on to you. Ha ha! I do share that change is in the works mostly to ask for your prayers in the coming chapter in our life. In my life. God planted the idea of a particular place in our hearts a little over a year ago. I’m guessing I needed that long to finally give in to it. And now, I’m ready. Ready to go. Ready for a new adventure. But I’m a little nervous and still a little hesitant. Not bad things, really, though I do wish I were more resolved. It’s funny…Mike and I have moved seven times in our eight years of marriage. Be it across the state, or to an upstairs apartment from the downstairs. People. It’s all about people. Sure, God’s moving us to a very specific place, but when we get there, life will still be about people. We’ll be in a new city and we’ll love that city and it’ll be our city, but at the end of the day, what’s most important is how we first love God, and second, how we love the people he puts in our life. The difference with this move then the past seven though is that we have THREE babies now. It feels like such a game changer moving with kids. Mike and I were talking tonight about how we’ve moved in the past and have been super bold about how we went about it. We were wondering what’s different this time. Even why we haven’t just moved already? And we realized we just want to go a little slower this time. Be a little more sure. It’s silly really. The God who moved us to three different cities since we’ve been married, who gave us a place to live and at least two job offers within a couple days of moving to town – that same God is moving us again. Isn’t that funny? Every time we moved we moved without a job. Without financial security. We just moved because we knew God wanted us in a specific place. We trusted he’d provide for us. And he did. Every time. And here we are, teetering on the edge. Yep. Teetering. Teetering away. We’re making progress though, and I really look forward to sharing with you (all two of you who still read this blog that I never write on) our next adventure. For those of you who pray to a mighty King Jesus in heaven, please pray for me. I waver something ridiculous, and I’m honestly sick of it. Resolved. Yes! That’s what I want. Pray for THAT! Boo-yah.

On another note, life as a mama of three little boys is gooooooood. I spent a good long while reading books with Benny and Jude today, snuggled under the coziest blanket in the house. I love how Jude has to touch my hand when we’re reading together. And I love the challenge of reading in such a way that Benny will actually remain on the couch. Even if he’s sitting still, his eyes move every which way. I wish I could see in that little brain of his. Granted, Mike was just gone for three days and it was a little intense. They missed their dad and….so did I. It’s a lot of work putting the boys down alone and all of that. Mike’s the one who usually does that business. Anyway, regardless, he’s home now and all is right with the world. He’s a good man, my Mike. A great man.

I’m trying to think of anything else…… Jude turned four. I was pretty emotional on his birthday because I realized that my next party to plan is Si’s! He’s going to be ONE! How did that happen? You’re probably all in shock that I’m not pregnant already. Hahahahahahahahaha! Well, I’m definitely not, in case any of you wanted to know. Poor Silas. If we don’t have any more, I’m going to be holding him like he’s my little baby when he’s five. Maybe even sixteen, who knows.

Alright then. This posts turning into a long one about nothing. So glad we got a chance to reconnect, my loyal readers! Much love, much love.

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