Thanks for your thoughts and prayers for a good move, reader friends!  Things went very smoothly, the movers were quicker (and thus cheaper) than we’d expected, and with my parents’ help we got a ton unpacked our first day in the new place.  As John and I sat down late that night to say our rosary, I couldn’t help but tell him with a smile, “I love this place.”

I’m kind of amazed at how instantly this new apartment has begun to feel like home.  It’s still messy (come to think of it, that may be more of help than a hindrance!), but after months of waiting to search, and then three weeks between signing the lease and moving in, it looks like we live here.

As grateful as I am that our previous landlords told us as soon as possible that we wouldn’t be able to sign on for a second year, knowing we had to leave after being there only six months left me feeling like a squatter.  Before college, I had only moved once, and then, I was only eighteen months old.  Even though I moved to different dorms on campus throughout my undergrad career, and even with six months spent in Germany, then I still felt like I had a home base. I didn’t have that for the better part of the last year, and I got a little overwhelmed in these last few weeks without it.

Thankfully, God has given me the grace to turn to Him and offer up my fears and anxieties as best I can.  I’ve taken to signing “Amazing Grace” while I nurse Jacob, especially at the end of the day, and it has been more than therapeutic.

All of this brings me back to the same verse from Scripture that has often been on my mind lately:

“Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.”  Matthew 6:28-29

God is good.  God provides.  And thank God we have somewhere beautiful and wonderful to finally call home!

Photos soon.  I’ll spare you some of the mess for now!