It has been a little over a week since Kevin and I moved home. We are staying in my parents house. How long? Who knows. Maybe until we can somewhat replenish our bank account?
We are thankful to be home, it still doesn't feel real or normal, and I keep forgetting we aren't going home to Seattle. And even that sounds weird, calling Seattle "home". And even though its not, it was. It was home for us when we got the news that we had two baby nephews on the way, and it was home as we prayed and waited for results that they would be healthy. It was home when we got the news that Kevin's mom had been diagnosed. It was home when Kevin decided not to be a Pastor. It was home when my brother was promoted to Captain. It was also home of our first snowstorm and unavoidable snowball fight. It was home of getting lost together, and deciding that for the rest of our marriage I am driving and he is navigating. It was home of new foods, running in rain, dreaming, weird dances, our first home, huge dog parks, and so much more.
And now that we are back, we are transitioning and working on looking forward to all that God has ahead for us. We are rethinking all of our "plans" and hoping to find God in all we do. We want to be present. I want to be present. Thankful. Peaceful. It will take some time, but we are indeed thankful to be home, our real home. Surrounded by family, and friends. Thankful for our time away and ready for our time home. At this point I'm rambling people.
Just pray for us and that we would be faithful to what God wants us to do at home. To be helpful and have servant hearts. We continue to pray for healing in Mary. He is able.
