Home Sweet Home

We've been in our "old house," as the boys call it, for a week and a half now.  The house was going back on the market and it seemed logical to move back in for showings.  The added bonus is that we're closer to both of our families, have access to the zoo and local attractions, and we're only 10 minutes from the hospital where we plan to deliver instead of an hour's drive away.  These things are all blessings, and I recognize and appreciate them deeply.  But...  It's strange to be back in the house we lived in after two years.  We keep reaching for furniture that isn't there anymore, trash cans that have long since been gone.  We've kept things very minimal and we're mostly "camping" in our house.  It's fun, but it's not home.  Our days have been full--very full!--with activities, visits with friends and family, and adventures of all kinds.  We've enjoyed all of them.  But underlying it all, Micah and I have had a growing awareness that Fort Wayne is no longer our home.  It's happened gradually.  We were excited to have relocated to Marion, but we never expected to love it.  We never expected to find ourselves hoping that God would keep us here, "just a few more years."  And yet, here we are.  Today we returned to our apartment to check mail and pick up some things.  From the moment we crossed the sign that read, "Grant County," we let out a sigh.  I looked at him in the car and said, "We're home!"  It's remarkable to feel so strongly about Marion and to realize the work God has done in our hearts in two years.  We love the people here.  We love the places here.  We love what God has called us to here.  Just a few more weeks...  I can't wait to introduce our daughter to our home sweet home!