Week's end with thanks

Packing and playing, playing and packing. Whenever I unearthed something to pack the kids exclaimed, “There’s my favorite toy! Can I play with it?!” This makes for a fun, if not fast, packing process. (Can you see the famed Buzz Lightyear in the picture?)
Kids playing Bingo together, on their own.
The — surprise! — news that we’re moving in less than a week (found that out last weekend). The quick-timing piece was perfect because it made us think outside the box, and pray outside the box. Thank you, Lord!
Laughing that it turns out our move-day is exactly, to the day, one year from when we put our house on the market. God’s timing is always perfect, amen?
Signing.
Visit to our new house, “the farm” where we’ll raise nothing but kids and pray for crops of joy, rest, and peace. Although Dutch is convinced that chickens and cows are in our future. We’ll see…
Date-night to Ikea with my man. Gotta love the Billy Bookshelves for $49.99.
The gift of a popcorn popper from our missionary friends! It can’t go to Indonesia so we’re the lucky recipients.
Popcorn.
Popcorn.
Popcorn.
Sorry… we’re really enjoying this popper! My favorite part is how the kids crowd around, like little hungry sharks, hands digging into the bowl, happy crunching. New favorite snack.
Twenty pound box of local nectarines, devoured.
Twenty pound box of local pears, devoured.
All that food makes kids grow! Yikes, all Dutch’s pants headed to the goodwill. Thankful for the abundant resources we have, that we can buy more.
A thousand conveniences I take for granted so often.
Garbage service.
Hot water for showers, baths, dishes.
Indian summer breeze blowing through open windows.
Glass of water by the bed.
Shampoo that smells so good.
Combing Heidi’s hair. I’m 5-years-old again with the most beautiful doll in the world.
Tickles.
These pictures. How can I not share them with the world?
Friends who are gracious.
Doing life together.
Little buddies.
Cheering for each other.
Justification.
Resting solely on the finished work of Jesus Christ.
His grace.
His love.
His work.
Receiving.
So many who generously offered to come help us pack, clean, bring meals, help with kids. Grace upon grace.
Trusting there’s good purpose in my poor mama’s broken ankle. Thankful for an amazing dad who cares for her so sacrificially.
Puppy kisses.
A little midnight intruder snuggling between us in bed. Happy to let him stay.
Family date night.
Ice cream mustaches and sticky little fingers.
Sorting through it to find what is true.
Holding fast to it.
Wrestling.
Submitting.
Clarity.
Peace.

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