Yesterday, we left dear family and friends that are family and packed all our earthly possessions, though we still couldn't fit it all in one truck, to head to our new home. From July 2 until August 19th, I spent packing and purging and sorting. My new matre is purge purge and lessons more. Moving and packing with 5 small kids is no small feet. As I would pack Judah, the 28 month old would unpack, but he is cute. We had many sad farewells over the last month and cried many tears. I feel a gut wrenching sadness and vulnerability in this season and yet I know God is calling us to trust and go. I want to make not of all the blessings. So many have helped, packed with me, cleaned and given us kid road care packages, we could barely fit them in the car. I feel so blessed and thankful. On our arrival, people streamed in from churches and the seminary to help us unload, beds were put together. It was amazing. We have two faithful companions from Cincinnati from our church Gordon and Susannah. Both have been Godsends. I had a lady bring me fruit and veggies today. A pastors wife brought things for the kids. We met some neighbors and neighbors dogs already. The unpacking is overwhelming. We are tired. Between some ladies and Susannah, the kitchen is more in order! Tomorrow, we hit my bedroom and the living room. We went to a Southern Bbq for dinner and saw Lake Murray. That's all for now. And apparently we are not good fish movers. They all died today. Uggg.
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