our summer travels are over, though the adventure continues. After three glorious days spent in Estes Park, Colorado (beautiful, and we recommend the trip for anyone) we said good-bye to our college friends and headed east (for the first time in months.) After a quick pit-stop in Chicago to say good bye to fellow travelers Justin and Lindsay Gentry, we headed back to my hometown of Greentown.
Now it's sort of weird, school is starting up again and everyone is back into the fall routine of work or school...everyone but us that is. We recently stopped at an Olive Garden to take advantage of their soup, salad and breadsticks (the food of the gods) when we noticed that everyone was dressed up and the restaurant was pretty crowded for lunch....well we felt like retards when we figured out that it was Sunday and everyone was dressed in church clothes...but us. I think we still smelled a bit like campfire smoke.
Anyway...another slap back to real life has been the drama of apartment hunting in Indy. It is hard to picture ourselves squeezing into a 600 Sg.Ft. apartment right off of Allisonville road when first of all, we are both small town kids and are having trouble not hyperventaliting at the thought of that much stuff going on outside our door. Secondly, we have been living in a five bedroom farm house for free. This means that we have way too much stuff ( as we left the apartment I immediately started a list of what furniture we have in our storage unit in Syracuse that will move on to bless others )
two beds (queen and full)
kitchen table and four chairs
vanity
two sitting chairs
bathroom cabinet
microwave
washer and dryer
so dear reader...if you are in the Pulaski NY area and might be interested in any of the above items...let me know and we might have a deal for you!
As we drove away I also started to question how a place so little could be a ministry. Everywhere we have lived our home has been designed to be for more that just us. I loved having 25+ kids cram into our house cheering the Patriots on to victory, or a floor full of girls laughing and painting their toes, or couches full of friends sharing what God has been teaching them. And I have trouble fitting all those memories and hopes into 600 square feet. And at times like thouse I just have to be reminided that God is good...even in the midst of anxiety and the unknown.
Nathan has been wonderful through this week of crashing back to reality. He considers job hunting his new job and he has been spending hours each day at the Library...home of free high speed internet...sending out resumes and praying for God to direct us.
We recently listened to a sermon on CD...right after we realized we were on our third Sunday of no sermon (we worshipped with songs, laughter, and community...just no sermon yet) anyway the message was that most of the time when we are experiencing anxiety we are smack dab in the middle of God's will because then WE are out of control. Well in that case...hello middle of God's will how you doing?
So I am trusting that God will provide our fourth home as we start our fourth year of marriage. And I am reminded that my stresses are really more inconveniences when I hear of college friends battling their second round of cancer and friends expecing twins and family mouring the loss of a father. And I know that God is good.
Now it's sort of weird, school is starting up again and everyone is back into the fall routine of work or school...everyone but us that is. We recently stopped at an Olive Garden to take advantage of their soup, salad and breadsticks (the food of the gods) when we noticed that everyone was dressed up and the restaurant was pretty crowded for lunch....well we felt like retards when we figured out that it was Sunday and everyone was dressed in church clothes...but us. I think we still smelled a bit like campfire smoke.
Anyway...another slap back to real life has been the drama of apartment hunting in Indy. It is hard to picture ourselves squeezing into a 600 Sg.Ft. apartment right off of Allisonville road when first of all, we are both small town kids and are having trouble not hyperventaliting at the thought of that much stuff going on outside our door. Secondly, we have been living in a five bedroom farm house for free. This means that we have way too much stuff ( as we left the apartment I immediately started a list of what furniture we have in our storage unit in Syracuse that will move on to bless others )
two beds (queen and full)
kitchen table and four chairs
vanity
two sitting chairs
bathroom cabinet
microwave
washer and dryer
so dear reader...if you are in the Pulaski NY area and might be interested in any of the above items...let me know and we might have a deal for you!
As we drove away I also started to question how a place so little could be a ministry. Everywhere we have lived our home has been designed to be for more that just us. I loved having 25+ kids cram into our house cheering the Patriots on to victory, or a floor full of girls laughing and painting their toes, or couches full of friends sharing what God has been teaching them. And I have trouble fitting all those memories and hopes into 600 square feet. And at times like thouse I just have to be reminided that God is good...even in the midst of anxiety and the unknown.
Nathan has been wonderful through this week of crashing back to reality. He considers job hunting his new job and he has been spending hours each day at the Library...home of free high speed internet...sending out resumes and praying for God to direct us.
We recently listened to a sermon on CD...right after we realized we were on our third Sunday of no sermon (we worshipped with songs, laughter, and community...just no sermon yet) anyway the message was that most of the time when we are experiencing anxiety we are smack dab in the middle of God's will because then WE are out of control. Well in that case...hello middle of God's will how you doing?
So I am trusting that God will provide our fourth home as we start our fourth year of marriage. And I am reminded that my stresses are really more inconveniences when I hear of college friends battling their second round of cancer and friends expecing twins and family mouring the loss of a father. And I know that God is good.
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