( flowers from Sunday's market.......... )
If you've been following our lives over the last few months, you know that it has been our desire to find a little bit of a larger home, one that would fit our growing family, and one that would provide Graeme ( and poor Cali! ) with a backyard. We realized early on that these desires were merely wants and not necessarily needs, although, with being a one-car family, we really, really, really desired a backyard for our Graeme-bear to run out some of his energy!
( my current view! )
I'm ecstatic to tell you that God has answered us by allowing us to move this Saturday! My husband just called me a few minutes ago to share the news that the house is ours. I cried. I cried happy, thankful tears!
( our new home! )
Yesterday, I viewed the rental home and placed an application on it. It has three bedrooms and a large bonus room over the garage and a backyard. It is truly much more space than we need, but it was advertised for a fantastic price. We cannot believe that we will be moving on Saturday, into such a wonderful rental home! Thank you, Jesus, for providing for us!
I wanted to share an email and a poem that my dear mom sent to me a few days ago. My mom wrote to me..............
I know that you are at a point where your heart needs to catch up with your head -- so I don't want to tell you what you already know -- but I do want you to know that you can believe what you already know. I was re-filing my materials from the mission trip and found my copy of Rosalind Goforth's poem "Call Back". I'm sending it along hoping it will encourage you, and, as a pastor's wife and your mother, I am calling back to you and telling you -- you will make it -- God is hearing your cries. He has always heard mine!Here is the poem, Call Back.............
(From Rosalind Goforth’s book, Climbing)
If you have gone a little way ahead of me, call back __
‘Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track;
And if, perchance, Faith’s light is dim, because the oil is low,
Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go.
Call back, and tell me that He went with you into the storm;
Call back, and say He kept you when the forest’s roots were torn;
That when the heavens thundered and the earthquake shook the hill,
He bore you up and held you where the very air was still.
O friend, call back and tell me, for I cannot see your face;
They say it glows with triumph and your feet bound in the race;
But there are mists between us, and my spirit eyes are dim,
And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him.
But if you’ll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry,
And if you’ll say He saw you through the night’s sindarkened sky__
If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back__
‘Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.
thank you mom, and thank you to our many, many friends who have "called back" to us during this time. Most of all, thank you, Lord, for your faithfulness despite our weak faith!
and, yeah, if you see someone like this on Saturday, it's most likely us, wink wink......................