Autumn winds have always seemed to me to be winds of change, and as a cool, sweet, autumn-scented breeze swept over my face as I lay just-awake in bed, I couldn’t help thinking that we are, indeed, in for a change. The Little White House chapter of our lives is drawing to a close.
It’s been a good chapter, though – my favorite so far. It hasn’t only been idyllic days on the porch swing, though. It’s held trial and tribulation and faith-stretching and faith-growing, disappointment and joy and heartache and illuminating moments and too much time spent wallowing in self-pity. (A second spent is a second too much!)
There are slightly over two weeks until we have to be out of the house, and as of today, we have absolutely nowhere to move to. It could be a frightening thought, save for one other, far stronger – God will provide. Not might, or could, but will. If that isn’t comforting, I don’t know what is. Granted, it might not be in the way we want, or expect, but
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Personally, I’m excited to see what’s in store for us. 🙂
That’s how long we’ve been denizens of Patty’s Place. (Plus one day!) A quarter of a year. The time goes by so swiftly – I woke a few days ago with the morbid thought that someday we’ll all be old and gray, sitting around a porch in our rocking chairs, holding bright-eyed grandchildren spellbound with tales of the good old days, when Grandma was a girl.
(“Were you ever a girl, Grandma?”)
Grace and Bex have been gone on a visit to North Carolina for a week, but they’re finally back! It had been a wee bit quiet around the house with the two most outgoing girls gone, but Rissa and I managed to rattle along together pretty comfortably. It’s seriously awesome to have them back again, though, filling the house with laughter and chatter. *happy sigh*
We were supposed to be in the middle of a snowstorm of epic proportions right about now, but at the last moment it fell through and just turned into a sloggy, thick, white sort of rain. Once we’d decided we’d actually really enjoy having a snow day, the prospect of up to twenty-four inches of the white stuff was pretty exciting! So it’s actually disappointing that winter seems to have abandoned us for good.
I’ve been trying to get back into the swing of writing. It’s a trifle difficult without the luxury of my own laptop, but I manage to pound out a few hundred words every once in a while, and every few hundred words is just that much closer to a finished manuscript! Although…if you look at the prose in this post, it’s easy to see the quality of my writing isn’t precisely anything to boast about. 😛
I write this sitting curled up cross-legged in a patch of sunshine. Rissa is in a similar patch just across the room – we’re currently the only two at home. Life is good here, despite the odd worry that crops up once in a while.
Bex has taken to smirking at me when I stumble bleary-eyed out of my room in the mornings; looking up from her perch on the sofa to flash me a fiendish, entirely-too-wide-awake grin. My mind is at its most sluggish, and I blink at her wordlessly for a few seconds before mumbling the tail end of whatever my train of thought might be. It hardly ever makes sense, because somewhere along the path from my brain to my tongue, the words generally get altered to an “ugh” or similar wordless grunt.
I am in love with the sunshine. We all are (although the true winner of Grace’s heart might just be her bed. 😉 ) If we all happen to be home at once, you’ll generally find us sprawled out over our little blue porch, reading or scribbling in a journal or just sitting in the sun.
(Note: Patrick is our mailman – though his name isn’t actually Patrick. It is my opinion that all mailmen ought to be named Patrick. Ours is a jolly-looking fellow with a white beard and a safari hat. Doubtless he adds a little spice to his daily rounds by imagining himself on the veldt as he walks from door to door, humming sea chanties – he also looks vaguely old-salt-ish – and delivering life-saving packets of malaria medicine into each person’s mailbox.)
(yes, he totally does that. *nods*)
Today marks the two-week anniversary of Rissa and my residence at Patty’s Place, and we celebrate by keeping Grace company and watching Wives and Daughters while devouring freshly-baked scones. Grace is swathed to within an inch of her life in blankets and pillows – she’s come down with something awful and has spent the last two days curled up on the couch at her parents’ house. She has all of us at her beck and call, and oddly enough, none of us mind in the least. 😉
It has been adventure upon adventure living here in Colorado. But…now that it comes down to relating tales of them, I find that I simply cannot remember a thing. My memory is rather appalling, I’m afraid…
Grace and Bex have awesome friends. It’s true. I don’t even refer to myself and Rissa here. 😉 Two of them have moved directly across the street from us – they are our Neighbors in more ways than one. *wink* It’s tremendous fun to run pell-mell across the street to their house and back again – the secret is that you have to run as though for your very life, even when there isn’t a speck of traffic for miles around. Especially when there isn’t, if you ask me.