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I would love to link to my friends here in the Blogworld, but I have yet to figure it out. (That and about a hundred other things about this blog that I want to learn.) Both Difster and Serena have offered to help - THANK-YOU both!! And I will be learning this stuff - but right now I would like to at least maintain a slight connection with y'all (my new US accent coming out here!) and deal with the details later.
Dh and the 6 chilluns with us drove around our 'new' town today and it's really quite lovely. Some of the kids are stressed RIGHT OUT (especially those with hormones rampaging) but we all must walk through it. I'm not usually very good with feelings - I mean I used to have them and all, but they are a serious waste of time when there's STUFF to do, and there is so much stuff these days. Well -- I surprised myself today and actually said the right thing to my 17yod. She was silently weeping over the move, and I said that I remember feeling like that when I had to move as a teen (pretty good, huh? - empathy all over?!?) and then I told her that I didn't mean to be cold, but I had moved alot and I was very used to the feelings. Somehow or other I reached her and it took the heat out of her grief. Praise the Lord that I am better than I really am.
I do feel badly, but I just keep coming back to the Lord's will - I mean, if we have to move, I know that it is for the good of everyone in the family, not must Mr. WageEarner. I so trust our Father to do what is right that to NOT do whatever He calls us to would be the very worst thing ever. That kind of thinking, she is not grasping yet. She knows it in her head, but not yet in her heart. She definitely loves the Lord, and wants to follow Him the rest of her life, but there is still a gap between the knowledge and the full realization.
The three-year old also had a major case of hormones today. Oh my. We couldn't look at him without him having a meltdown! (Don' wook at me! I not happy mama!) The worst part of this is that he thinks he speaks English and the rest of us just stare blankly at him and each other, wondering what the issue is! He gets so frustrated with us. The five-year old is on translation duty and she has been slipping lately.
Time to go. I'm knitting a new cover for our KING size bed (read: two year project) and I expect myself to perform a miracle to have it finished for our new home! (Okay, maybe have it done for winter?!?)
Dh and the 6 chilluns with us drove around our 'new' town today and it's really quite lovely. Some of the kids are stressed RIGHT OUT (especially those with hormones rampaging) but we all must walk through it. I'm not usually very good with feelings - I mean I used to have them and all, but they are a serious waste of time when there's STUFF to do, and there is so much stuff these days. Well -- I surprised myself today and actually said the right thing to my 17yod. She was silently weeping over the move, and I said that I remember feeling like that when I had to move as a teen (pretty good, huh? - empathy all over?!?) and then I told her that I didn't mean to be cold, but I had moved alot and I was very used to the feelings. Somehow or other I reached her and it took the heat out of her grief. Praise the Lord that I am better than I really am.
I do feel badly, but I just keep coming back to the Lord's will - I mean, if we have to move, I know that it is for the good of everyone in the family, not must Mr. WageEarner. I so trust our Father to do what is right that to NOT do whatever He calls us to would be the very worst thing ever. That kind of thinking, she is not grasping yet. She knows it in her head, but not yet in her heart. She definitely loves the Lord, and wants to follow Him the rest of her life, but there is still a gap between the knowledge and the full realization.
The three-year old also had a major case of hormones today. Oh my. We couldn't look at him without him having a meltdown! (Don' wook at me! I not happy mama!) The worst part of this is that he thinks he speaks English and the rest of us just stare blankly at him and each other, wondering what the issue is! He gets so frustrated with us. The five-year old is on translation duty and she has been slipping lately.
Time to go. I'm knitting a new cover for our KING size bed (read: two year project) and I expect myself to perform a miracle to have it finished for our new home! (Okay, maybe have it done for winter?!?)
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