Other details about our move. My baby threw up in the packed car, but, thankfully, didn't make too much of a mess. We headed back to say good-bye to our house and clean up the baby. While there, my 4-year-old started throwing up all over the kitchen. She threw up all the way to Pittsburgh. I stopped 5 times in four hours to empty the barf bowl and clean it out with snow from the side of the road. But even that wasn't that bad.
There have been many tender mercies, but still it's been really hard. We're living in an apartment until our house is built. But we've all been sick over Christmas and New Year's, especially my baby who threw up for a week straight, had a cold, and now is battling a fever. And the kids, who are all sharing a room, never want to go to bed nicely. Not at all.
I know that the Lord is watching out for us though, as he sent many friends to help me move (My husband was already in Pittsburgh. He came a month earlier.). He has sent other people to befriend us. In fact, the first night here, I met a woman in Target at like 10:30pm. I asked her to be my friend because, well, we kept getting in each other's way, and I was feeling like I just needed a friend, and she agreed. (It turned out her son is my son's age and in his "teaching team" at school.)
One night soon after, I found myself making a late-night Walmart run. I suddenly realized I didn't know a soul (and at Walmart back home, I usually know many of the people working and shopping!) I felt really lonely, so I said something about it on facebook. Wouldn't you know, the friend I met in Target invited me out for pie at like midnight. She dropped everything for me, a stranger, and came out in the cold at midnight to cheer me up. Super cool, good woman.
I had to stay home from church today to tend my sick baby. As he slept, something caught my eye. There were three deer running past our apartment window...something that happened frequently at my old house. It might not mean much to someone else, but to me it meant something.
I know the Lord is watching over me. I know He sees me struggle and feel sad and miss old friends and old ways and the comfort of a home and my things around me. But I know He knows what's best for me and for my family, and so I keep going. One day at a time until I learn the lessons He wants me to learn and arrive at the places He wants to lead me through.
It's a little scary. It's a lot lonely. It's very draining. But I trust in Him.
And for now, we work and work and wait and see...what the Lord has waiting for me.