after almost 10 years in our tacoma home, we have finished it, the renters move in, and we get to bless them with a cute little home.

 we move to gig harbor and get to start a new project, i kinda think we are crazy.  but also think we are brave, and youthful.  especially when i see our bodies clear huge spaces of  bushes, rhododendrons the size of small trees, a lot of dirt.  and jay measures and measures and then puts in can lights, and we rip out nasty 65 year old carpet.  with memories and dust that seep into the wind.  ready for the next generation.  to grow into this home that a grandfather, great grandfather, and buried dad, a beloved grandma have lived in.  laughed in these walls, cried.  it's so surreal.  and the only thing i am thinking is: what a blessing !  i always ask why bad things happen to good people.  but today, and last week i have been asking why do huge blessings get poured out onto people?  and how do i bless my loved ones with a blessing that is so huge for me?

and even though these thoughts are swimming in my head, i focus.  there is a lot of work to be done.  in the house, and in our lives.  the girls are switching schools, new friends, new teachers, new bus routes.  they are sad, and feel weak.

and i have realized this too:  my girls will never learn about the holy spirit until they have an experience that makes them feel vulnerable-these i cannot avoid for fear of them not being strong and in control.  it is my job to show that just how strong they can be in the name of my jesus.

so while excitement is filling the air we are breathing in.  there is a sense of not belonging to a new world that we haven't been a part of for over 10 years.  thank the heavens we have family, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends, the trees, the peaceful woods that we can look back into and breathe a sigh of relief that says, all in time.  all in time we will makes things our own, and mold them to be ours.

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