I am still breathing...
Ok maybe, I've held my breath a few times...
I have been breathing Him in through much joy, yet another transition (we moved 7 months ago AGAIN, and miracles and trials continue to flow in the rivers of Gods grace and mercy... Thankfully unceasing.
Moving realizations part 5...it's not over...
I am so being changed. Many days I have been stressed. Learning how to cast down my fears and stand firm in truth. Learning how to break down boxes and store them for part 6:) with excitement and perseverance, I am for Him. I am living in Miracles of what God does because He can and His greatness who can fathom? His love is so overwhelming For Me. He is my deliverer of more than cardboard boxes from one city to another. He has done great things for me!
Most days the crumbs multiply without fail and the broom dances over the floors more than once in the hours of light. But it's those moments of scooping each child up one by one for "some lovin" I call it! And we dance and I tickle and kiss 'em and hug 'em and the other two anxiously watch with the statement, "I need some lovin too." It's not the whining or fighting that shows me perspective of hope and a future but surprises like this found in my journal: 
It's when I experience so much more of what our many moves are enforcing...- a steadfastness in the home of our hearts. We cannot get comfortable in this earthly life. It doesn't satisfy. But what I do know after moving again...just the sound of a Uhaul unseen but driving towards the front door wells in me emotion and a ball of unknown. The nest so quickly becomes cardboard castles of various sizes and the labels each year have gotten sweeter with handwriting that is not my own...I am constantly working myself out of a job...laughing myself into more spontaneous memories...because old marshmallows can't easily be thrown away. And the floor needed a reason to be mopped for sure. 
It doesn't take long to get the boxes unpacked and turn our hearts toward a new place to call our home. The same pictures go up on the walls, the 3 hooded towels hang nicely behind the bathroom door. I am reminded that God provides and confides His comfort in my abiding. The rest we find in God's holy word is beyond comprehension. After all these moves, the memories that are cherished (from my kids recollections) are God's word that was painted into the bedroom walls, that was handwritten upon colorful construction paper and tacked upon as wall border, and we continue to sow through His word. My prayer is constantly growing that we would continue to move--to move in the currant of Gods precepts. 
I catch myself at many meals telling myself to turn from annoyance and experience the blessing; thankful for not one lil mouth that wants to pray for more than the food before the meal but 3 lil mouths and hearts that just want to pray...I guess they aren't as hungry as me. Or are they hungrier than me for the right thing that will satisfy? Oh let it be that we could be always moving in the mighty power of Almighty Abba Father who never changes but has moved with us Every. Single. Time. And He will be faithful to complete it...the final move comes nearer every day and cardboard boxes won't be part of it!
