Handfuls of Blessings

 Moving is not an easy thing to do. In fact, surveys show that moving is in the top 10 leading causes of stress, as is relocating to a new country and losing a loved one.  I hit all three of those during our last move six years ago - we had just returned from furlough; we had one month to move; and my mom died 6 weeks after our return to Uganda.  However, because God's grace IS sufficient - I survived. Back of house. Savannah climbing the fort that Keith moved over already. Once again, we are faced with the need to move as our landlady has increased our rent by 50%.  Not only is this totally out of our price range, but we must pay our rent 6 months in advance.  While we are good stewards in putting back the rent money each month, asking us to come up with an additional 50% within 6 weeks of the rent being due is beyond our means.  We have, also, heard a rumor that the landlady is trying to sell this house anyway, so upon receiving counsel from several...

I think, perhaps, that this is the first time ever for me to post an early birthday.  This year, the birthdays we have in February, March and April all fell on Thursday, and Keith and I have been/will be gone for all of them.  Shiloh's birthday is this Thursday, so we celebrated it tonight as we had already invited the Petersen family over for supper.  His cake request was 11 packing boxes. That may seem a strange one, right? However, he wanted to remember our move. Yes, we are moving (more on that later). The dump truck loaded with packing boxes. The real packing boxes behind him. Instead of just handing him his present, I decided to make a game for him to play out of 11 packing boxes.  He had to try to guess what box his present was in. For every missed box, he had to put a piece of gum in his mouth.  I believe that wad in his mouth was 7 pieces before he guessed the right one! What a mouthful! With Shiloh's diabetes, he certainly gets more one-on-...