Transition, my old friend

There really will be pictures coming of our lovely time at the coast, kids enjoying our new van, etc. I’m not even sure where the camera cable is… in some box somewhere. Yes, we are back to life in a suitcase (or suitcases, laundry baskets and many boxes in our case). We are house-sitting for a rural pastor while we search for a place to rent.

Yesterday Joel asked, “Where is our home?” and for the first time had to explain that we didn’t have one. It was a good time to talk about our eternal home in heaven that can never burn down or grow old, but that didn’t alleviate his fears that his new toy Mac truck would know where to go to find us tomorrow morning. =)

I’ve never lived ‘out in the country’ having been raised in a large city with over 1 million people. It’s so beautiful and peaceful with so much room for the kids to run and play, and we are loving it most of the time. And then I need to just run down to the grocery store.

Oh yeah, the nearest grocery store is not just around the corner anymore Toto. =)

Bear with us a couple days and we’ll get a real address and be back to the blogosphere with all that free time! =)

4 thoughts on “Transition, my old friend

  1. Kim, It was nice to see Kent at church last night. We’re here if you ever want to hang out. I think you have my number. Poor Joel. You’ll have a more permanent home some day. 😉Janine

  2. so here i am leaving a comment…i do pray and hope that you find that more real address tomorrow. let me know what happens with that guy you are meeting with. gretchen

  3. Great to hear from you and would love to know more too! And feel free to ask questions, although you have been around the africa block more than I 🙂 But would love to chatChantelle

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