here we are again (archived)

In the busyness of packing, I threw on some socks.  Standing in my kitchen, surrounded by boxes, I looked down.

story of this house & hope.

(image of last moves mix-matched)

how far he’s brought us.  we didn’t pray – my anxiety in thinking because we just plowed through & wound up here, he wouldn’t bless us here. & how much he’s grown me in my knowledge of him.

moving forward, out of the home without the matching cribs, Hope always on my heart, into a 5 bedroom, but not a longing for her to fill that room, but for kids who need a place to be comfortable.

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