New Beginnings

Hello,
Life has been moving at a fast pace for us as we (pardon me, I mean GOD) sold our home and transferred us from one mid-western state to another.  With ample double meaning in that, we transferred from a state of predictability and knowing to an unsettled, up in the air kind of life in a cozy rental, waiting on the Lord.  Waiting for...well, we don't know.  But we are hopeful.  If God can take an entire nation through the wilderness to their promised land, he can surely relocate a family of seven, right?  Right.  Though faith and hope are abundant, we are learning patience.  Perhaps our wilderness time is to teach us just that.  Waiting, waiting, but not just waiting and tapping an ever quickening foot on the floor.  Waiting comfortably in His arms, feet far from the floor, resting in his provision and complete care. 
Always The Clay

Lumpy Clay Here.

Hello Friends!  It's just us lumpy pieces of clay here!  Meet Papa Lump, Mama Lump, and the five OompaLumps.  Once upon a time I had a blog, which I recently rediscovered on my computer.  My children and I read and laughed and remembered the good times; and we read and thought and pondered the sadder posts.  That trip down memory lane was very enjoyable.  We remembered details that were hiding in tiny locked boxes in our memory. Who knows if we could have opened those treasure chests without the key which journaling provided? Then I wondered, why did I stop?  Why not give ourselves the opportunity to look back and see how God has carried our family through all seasons of hope and sadness, joy and longing.  Why not give ourselves the chance to remember our unique and sometimes plain old crazy family moments!  I wondered how many moments will be lost if I don't pick up the e-pen again, so that we may once again read, and ponder, and remember how God is ever present in shaping and molding us.  I pray that this blog is not just a place for journaling family moments, but a testimony of God's faithfulness to his imperfect vessels, which he remolds and reshapes with loving hands.
I pray that I never try to be the Potter!  Always the Clay.