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Well, it's official. We have finally moved into our "forever until we move again" apartment. And it's been interesting. Little by little things are arriving. What G had from his station on the west coast arrived a couple days ago and we went from having no furniture to having a mattress, tv stand, a myriad of stringed instruments, a card table, and ONE folding chair...full house. Of course, nothing can happen without a few bumps along the way. Yesterday we learned that we weren't eligible for a government move to bring my stuff from New England down to us here. So now we plan more, arrange more, and eventually life will settle down and a nest will begin to appear. Until then, eat dinner on the floor, and ward off the cats.


Tonight we're running away for a tiny bit. Good news, my car is finally ready to come home. So up we go, 3hrs up the coast, to get my baby. Lucky for us we have family up where we are going. Family that up until now we didn't get to see very often because of the distance. So we will drive, we will visit, we will sleep, and then enjoy being in civilization for a few hours. The best part, I'll have my baby back. :)
 The poor hubby will be happy, too. His usual schedule has been thrown up this week due to a coworker needing him to cover a shift, but being "unable" (or rather unwilling) to switch his days. So my dear man has worked hard with no days off, there before the whole station wakes up or arrives, working more hours than most...The only thing he complains of is being tired.
 He's sweet, he's meek, he's humble, he's handsome...naturally I'm gonna brag on him a bit. And the two days off that are ahead of him, he deserves completely!


I've momentarily hopscotched from my study on giving thanks to the book of Ruth. A book I've always loved, and actually referenced in our wedding ceremony.

But Ruth said,
"Do not urge me to leave you or return 
from following you. For where you go
I go, and where you lodge I will lodge
your people shall be my people,
and your God my God.
Where you die I will die, and 
there will I be buried.
May the Lord do so to me and more
if anything but death parts me from you."
And when Naomi saw that she was determined 
to go with her, she said no more.

And that's how I feel, being down here. Away from my family and my friends and civilization in general. Picking up and following, blindly in a way. Knowing there's a plan, and knowing that you trust who is leading you, even if you have no idea what will happen next.

"He is the only one who will not perish, who will never leave us, who will provide, who will protect."
-SheReadsTruth


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