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.