Let’s take a moment and talk about how terrible I am at keeping up with this thing. We started The Witt’s End in an effort to virtually scrapbook our lives. I want to remember the little things. I specifically want to remember my girls. The seemingly mundane, the “major” milestones. If I don’t write it down, I will forget it. I have a tendency to forget conversations I have with my husband the day after they happen. I blame Mom-brain. Anyway, I need to write – so that I can remember.
So much is happening. I don’t know where to start. Let’s back up a bit and take it a month at a time.
January: Jared started a new job as lead pastor of Handley Baptist Church. A small church in East Fort Worth. It’s funny how you can look back at parts of your life that seemed chaotic and unfair and see God’s hand all over it. The close of 2014 was a stressful time for us. We were living in our recently purchased home, Jared committed to his ministry with no plans of leaving anytime soon. God had to show us pretty blatantly that it was time to move on. It was as if He was saying, “You’ve done what you can. I have something else for you now. Trust me.” We learned pretty quickly that we have no control over our lives. I forget this pretty easily so God has to remind me often. So, we started making plans to move away from our brand spanking new house and on to the next season of life. As we started at HBC, God has been showing us how perfect His timing is – and that nothing is out of His control. So why worry? Anyway. January, new job (which means new church), commuting(ish), trying to figure out what to do with our home, trusting God.
Feburary: We moved out of our home in North Fort Worth to a quaint little home near the church. Our move got pushed back, um, one million times. “Moving day” came and went at least 3 times. Do you know how frustrating it is to live in a sea of boxes for a month? Boxes that have been packed and taped shut. You know what I packed first? My kitchen. Silly me. Somehow we managed to survive a few weeks with next to no kitchen utensils/pantry items/food. Our first move got cancelled in the name of “repairs”. Said repairs took longer than expected, so there went Moving Day #2. Moving Day #3? The Stomach Virus of 2015 that never ended (and ice storms). Moving Day #4 was a hair away from being cancelled because of snow and icy roads, but Mama said “No!” So we slipped and slid our way over to East Fort Worth. Praise the Lord.
This home is smaller than our previous home and I love that. 2015 has been a lot of things so far, but one of them is simplified. Somehow, in 2.5 years of marriage, we managed to accumulate more stuff than I’d like to admit. I think by the time we moved, we sold/donated/threw away half of everything we owned. I am not kidding. Do you want to know what that feels like? FREEDOM. I don’t have to dig through a pile of junk to get to the stuff I actually use. It’s a wonderful thing.
March: Settling. Making this house a home. Getting to know Handley (the community, the people, etc). Watching the girls scream and play in our big, fenced in backyard. Being outside every chance I get.
I love our home. I love our community. I love these people. I love our church. God is good. His timing is perfect. He knows what He’s doing (and I don’t). Amen.