What to write.....
The days are so full.
Slipping by, the countdown continues,
the uncertainty continues.

We find joy in small things.
Rainbows, hair bands, friends new dogs.

And in the even smaller things.
The garbage went out on time.
The mail was checked today.
The girls had a bath..... yesterday!

I keep trying to turn my mind to the exciting things about being in the UK. Family, friends, fish and chips:) well sausage and chips. And the not so exciting things. Last night we remembered about mud! What a thing to forget. Muddy, squelchy slippy dirty mud.

I will miss this white world. The vast sky and wide prairie. The -40 with wind chill and the massive headache that heralds a Chinook before I even open the curtains. The wet soggy floor when the snow melts off the pushchair and boots and mitts and hats and coats and snow pants!

I guess it is no different to mud, both are solved by mops and cloths. Washing machines and driers.

I am pensive and worried and learning to trust. I am caught in the don't disturb or knock me or put something new on me or I may crack, well I will at least cry.


BUT,

this I do know. It is declared in the sunrise of each new day.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.” Lam 3 22-24

And He will carry us through the next few weeks. And give us beautiful moments of joy and fellowship. Our world has changed, He has not and will not.

Thank you Father.

PS Please don't worry about me. Just pray for us. The Lord is enough and we are experiencing His wonderful care.