Just over two months after moving, our life is still very unsettled.
I really thought we'd have a place of our own by now, feel secure in Brian's bi-vocational-ness, and just generally have things together.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
We're still living with (very awesome, gracious) family, are figuring out the juggle of Brian's several jobs and ministry, and I am a scatterbrained, tired pregnant lady. I am far from "together."
In moments when I just want some level ground instead of this shaky footing, these words have become a place of rest for my heart:
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We are engraved on the palms of His hands!
This means we are remembered, thought of, cared for intimately. We are not forgotten.
I may not know when we'll be able to afford an apartment, but I do know that my position in life will never change - I am a secure, beloved daughter, in the hands of my Father.
Find the rest of my 31 Days of Normal Series about thriving in transition, here.