Year

A few weeks ago I wrote a stand-up comedy post about "Adult Pen Pals." Somehow by trying to enter it through iGoogle, the post disappeared. I was really bummed cuz it was really funny. But maybe it was deleted because it had a titch of meanness.

So on a serious-er note, this has been another great time of year to look back and trace God's hand in our lives. A year ago I would never have thought we'd be where we are today. We did know a change was coming because we're both at an age and stage of life that begs movement. Not only did we have the itch, we had the familial (no baby on the way), financial (no debt), social (no roots),and spiritual ("If the Lord wills we will do such and such")freedom to make some sort of move. We have prayed over our list of desires year after year and sent out loads of feelers. We have knocked on doors; many slammed.

The one that opened was staying in the same jobs and moving just an hour out into the country. Not so romantic as a few other ideas, but a "desire of our heart" nonetheless. We feel like complete woosses compared to missionaries and military who move constantly. We had sort of got into a routine, the disrupting of which has made us realize we'd lost some flexibility. In other words, moving is not easy! Kudos to those for whom moving is a lifestyle. My prayer journal from Spring 2010 includes "I'm scared of moving and I'm scared to death we might never move!"

OK, sister, now for some pictures.