Actually, we don’t live in Austin, we live in a suburb about 30 minutes from downtown. What a journey it was to get here. I won’t bore you with the details for now, but suffice it to say there were a lot of blood, sweat and tears that went into getting here, and we had to put all of our trust in the Father’s creativity. It’s not as easy as it sounds. Actually I don’t think it even sounds easy. It was the most stressful process I’ve ever been through in my life and I would love to never have to do it again. Obviously I wasn’t doing it right . . . putting trust in the Lord should calm my nerves and worries right? Yeah, you could say I’m still learning what unwavering faith looks like . . .
We have had one form of illness or another in our family since the day we left Fort Worth. I was extremely sick all the way to Austin, again, I’ll spare you the details. It wasn’t until a few days after Christmas that I started feeling like a human again, and then just a few days after that, Rocky came down with bronchitis/pneumonia, and the boys haven’t been spared either. They’ve both been fighting or succumbing to illness the entire time as well. The coughing is finally dying down on their side of the house though, so that’s a positive.
Today is the first day back to school here, and we just got back from dropping the boys at their new school, and meeting their new teachers. My little Kindergartner had nervous written all over his face this morning as he got in line with the rest of his new classmates. It was so hard to let go of his hand and watch him walk away. Meanwhile, our 3rd grader gave us “the nod” which is so characteristic of him, and means, “I’m good. you can go now.” I don’t worry nearly as much about him, I know he’ll come home with a new buddy every day this week.
And now, Rocky and I settle into our new life here, where he works from home and I figure out a system for balancing everything from housework, to writing, finding my place here, and seeking the Father as to what He has for us here. Being the introvert that I am, I would love nothing more than to hole up in my house and get Nor Forsake ready to publish. Forget the outside world and keep helping my fictional friends through their struggles, but if I’ve learned anything in the past year and a half, it’s that I have to put roots down here, quickly, even if we end up moving away in a year or two, I can’t continue to feed the rocky soil that the Father spoke to me about in 2o12. I have to look for the fertile ground and sow my seeds there. I can’t hold people at a distance, I have to dive in. I think that’s probably the scariest thing about this whole process for me. Time to practice what I’ve been preaching. But first, I’ve got to go bleach the inside of this house.
I pray that 2014 is a year of abundant blessing for you, my friends. Thank you for being here and continuing to let me know that what goes on here is relevant and meaningful to your lives. That is why I keep writing, that is why I am so open about what’s going on in our lives. I hope this blog and my future novels continue to be a blessing to you!