Y’all, I can hardly believe it’s been more than 3 months since I last posted.
When I sat down to write this post, I thought there wouldn’t be much to say. But when I started thinking about the last three months, a lot happened. It’s amazing how those days strung together make up a quarter of a year. Craziness.
Anyway, I’ll just give you the short version on what has been going on in our lives to catch you up. And hopefully I can get back in the swing of things blogging again.
After our move back to the Panhandle, family was gracious enough to put up with our crew for over a month while we tried to figure some things out, like where did we exactly want to live, work, etc. Just a few minor details like that.
While my husband had some really great job leads initially, they all seemed to fizzle out by August. So we decided to re-evalute things. He received a grant to get a tech certification that he is hoping will widen his job field, and I took an as-needed nursing job to get us through for a while.
We found a house to rent in a great neighborhood, which means we spent the last part of August and early September getting moved in and unpacking. Not sure why we decided to move in the summer and then technically move again into our rental house during our hottest months in Florida, but we did. And we survived. Barely.
After that, I can tell you everything just seems to run together. Day to day life happening. Trying to find a home church. Finding curriculum that works for our older kids since we don’t have a co-op here to help guide our year. Sitting in the car rider line to get our youngest back and forth to school. (Thankfully my hubby has taken that on like a champ!)
Our oldest came up for Labor Day weekend to spend some time with us. We’ve celebrated 3 birthdays just within our little family and celebrated extended family’s too. We had family cookout for Labor Day. We’ve been to the beach. Our daughter has taken a trip to Virginia with her grandparents for a family reunion and to visit her BFF.
Life. Loads of it happening in the last few months.
And while it may seem that it has been all celebration and fun stuff, I assure those 98 days have had their fair share of struggle and tears. The continued stress of my husband’s long-term unemployment. My BFF’s (since middle school) father was diagnosed with cancer and passed away. That job I got, it didn’t turn out so well, and now I’m looking for a new one. All I tell you is that the struggle is real.
I can’t help but think of Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 (NIV)
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
So this is where life has us 3 months after our major move.
Life is precious. In the span of 90+ days, a lot may seem mundane, but the sum of those days makes up our life.
Make the days matter.