Whoops.
I've taken a break from blogging.
Not intentionally. Life just happened. Is happening. Since returning to the States we have been busy. We have been adjusting and transitioning and falling into step and figuring out what life looks like for us here. Life is crazy in different ways here than it was in Burkina. We bought a house, our very first house. It took almost fifteen years of marriage and seven moves, but we finally found a place that we feel we can settle and put down roots. Unless God decides to dig 'em up again at some point, we plan to be here for a good long while. Which is good. Because in coming back to the U.S. and knowing that our days living abroad were not going to continue, I knew I needed God to plant me, us, in a place that would so above and beyond meet our needs (and wants) it would quench that desire in me to move and start over every three years.
And, I think we have found that here.
Actually, I don't think, I know, that God has so perfectly planted us in this spot, this city, this community, this house....this is where we're suppose to be.
But it has been a very emotional process.
I haven't written since July. I was still in survival mode then.
I was in survival mode for a while, actually. Juggling everything from the house renovations, to Steven's health, crazy reverse culture stress, the kid's new school, and just figuring out life. The nitty gritty business of learning to drive around a new town, where to get a hair cut, finding a good vet, a church, the best place to buy groceries. Lots of
big life things. And lots of
little life things. All converging at the same time. Creating for a very chaotic emotional and physical roller coaster those first six months.
But God is good. God is faithful. He is ever present. Even when He is quiet and seems far away. He's always good.
I wrote this back in May,
"I just feel like I'm in this weird twilight zone right now. Neither here nor there. Not connected to either place I used to live anymore. Just, floating somewhere in the middle. I'm confident that I won't be floating forever. I just need some time to figure out where to land......"
I don't feel like I am floating anymore. We have landed, albeit not gently (ha!) exactly where we're suppose to be. And I have found, that through it all I
am still connected to Burkina and the life God unveiled for us there.
And I am re-learning (still in the process of that) how to be connected here.
I am far from having life figured out. But I don't feel like I'm being thrashed around in the waves anymore trying to catch my breath and stay afloat. God provided the life preserver I needed to keep me from sinking.
And we're doing good.
We're doing good.
We're not just surviving anymore.
We're making it.
Slowly but surely, and by the ever present grace of God....we are making it.
