The weekend began with giraffes, just because it was Friday,
and ended with trampoline hair at small group on Sunday evening.
The time between was packed with fun, and work, and rest.
A freezer filled with meals for the days and weeks to come.
Hanging out with the cousins who we see much more often now, but not nearly as often as we’d prefer.
And long, good, intense (deep, not heated) discussions with our small group family.
I’ve spent time recently reflecting a bit on our time here, in this city that we now call home. Just over eight years ago God moved us to this place that we never would have chosen on our own, this place that would never have come up in a discussion about places we would consider living.
But oh, how good God is! He has placed us in family, not of blood but of Christ. He has blessed us with four lives and entrusted to us their care and training. He has given us work to do and sweet rest. He’s given contentment in places there was once only longing. He has made this home, and how abundantly thankful we are.
“For the Lord comforts Zion; he comforts all her waste places and makes her wilderness like Eden, her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of song.” Isaiah 51:3