On Saturday 4th December we celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary, amidst the happy hassle and chaos of packing to move. We managed to squeeze in breakfast at Karoo Café, Mamma Mia at Monte Casino (such fun!), and a carol service, amongst other things.
Murray’s folks quoted this Celtic prayer in their anniversary card to us:
‘Most loving God, give them steadfast hearts, which no unworthy thoughts can drag downwards; unconquered hearts, which no hardships can wear out; upright hearts, which no worthless purpose can ensnare. Give them also understanding to know you, diligence to seek you and faithfulness that will finally embrace you.’
Then on Monday 6th December we said goodbye to 71 Maldon Road and two and a half very happy years of living on the St Alban’s College campus. Looking back, we can see God’s gracious wisdom in placing us there when he did. We moved onto campus just three days prior to finding out about Cam’s eyes, and what followed was the darkest season of our lives. God saw it coming and knew we’d need an awesome community of people to carry us through that time. How I will miss the stinkwoods in the garden, the open spaces, Lola running along the spruit, the neighbours popping in because they’ve run out of eggs or feel like a cup of tea... It’s been an unforgettable, privileged, healing season.
At the same time, we are so excited to be moving onto new things. We are now blissfully installed back at 233 Cliffendale Drive, and we pray that God will use our home as ‘a city set on a hill’. It feels wonderful and restful and thrilling and blessed to be in our own fresh, familiar space again. There is something delightful about having a tiny patch of God’s green earth to call your own.
Over the weekend my mom and dad were helping us fix up a few things in the house, and Cammy discovered the paved area below the wooden deck that extends from the back kitchen door. He ran into the house with shining eyes to tell Granny that he had found ‘a shadow house!’ He dragged us all down there to ‘have tea’... So typical of him to turn something mundane into something magical. He has been excited about the new house, his new room that he is sharing with his brother, the jungle gym, etc. but we’ve noticed some reactionary behaviour again – the move has jolted his little world somewhat. And so we’re piling on the affirmation and unsolicited attention. :)
Scott hasn’t missed a beat. He has smiled and cooed all week, peacefully watching boxes being shifted and unpacked. He is so much more responsive now to our voices, and he’s a strong, cuddly little chap, starting to roll and kick and the like.
The boxes are all unpacked, the boys are asleep, the Christmas tree is sparkling like something from a Thomas Kinkade painting, and we’re off to Nature’s Valley tomorrow.
We serve such a good, good God.
Murray’s folks quoted this Celtic prayer in their anniversary card to us:
‘Most loving God, give them steadfast hearts, which no unworthy thoughts can drag downwards; unconquered hearts, which no hardships can wear out; upright hearts, which no worthless purpose can ensnare. Give them also understanding to know you, diligence to seek you and faithfulness that will finally embrace you.’
Then on Monday 6th December we said goodbye to 71 Maldon Road and two and a half very happy years of living on the St Alban’s College campus. Looking back, we can see God’s gracious wisdom in placing us there when he did. We moved onto campus just three days prior to finding out about Cam’s eyes, and what followed was the darkest season of our lives. God saw it coming and knew we’d need an awesome community of people to carry us through that time. How I will miss the stinkwoods in the garden, the open spaces, Lola running along the spruit, the neighbours popping in because they’ve run out of eggs or feel like a cup of tea... It’s been an unforgettable, privileged, healing season.
At the same time, we are so excited to be moving onto new things. We are now blissfully installed back at 233 Cliffendale Drive, and we pray that God will use our home as ‘a city set on a hill’. It feels wonderful and restful and thrilling and blessed to be in our own fresh, familiar space again. There is something delightful about having a tiny patch of God’s green earth to call your own.
Over the weekend my mom and dad were helping us fix up a few things in the house, and Cammy discovered the paved area below the wooden deck that extends from the back kitchen door. He ran into the house with shining eyes to tell Granny that he had found ‘a shadow house!’ He dragged us all down there to ‘have tea’... So typical of him to turn something mundane into something magical. He has been excited about the new house, his new room that he is sharing with his brother, the jungle gym, etc. but we’ve noticed some reactionary behaviour again – the move has jolted his little world somewhat. And so we’re piling on the affirmation and unsolicited attention. :)
Scott hasn’t missed a beat. He has smiled and cooed all week, peacefully watching boxes being shifted and unpacked. He is so much more responsive now to our voices, and he’s a strong, cuddly little chap, starting to roll and kick and the like.
The boxes are all unpacked, the boys are asleep, the Christmas tree is sparkling like something from a Thomas Kinkade painting, and we’re off to Nature’s Valley tomorrow.
We serve such a good, good God.
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