It’s officially autumn in Georgia
I don’t mean the actual official date of the beginning of autumn.
I mean the cool, crisp morning air
The pull out your jeans and scarves and not die of a heat stroke autumn.
It was also the first week of homeschool for the littlest Larsen’s.
Boy, did we start th school year with a bang!
First day field trip, adventures, and so much more going on here in our little piece of Heaven.
The week started off hot.
Everyone was just hot and we were seriously wondering where the fall weather is.
There's so much work to get done and it seems we work much faster when the tempture is a little lower. Our house is seriously rising up out of the ground.
It's the neatest thing to watch. Brick by brick it is taking shape.
The kids hobby this week is hunting and chasing...
Friday morning the kids bus ran early.
By early I mean earlier than usual which is still early...too early.
6:30 a.m. and I pass the bus as I'm coming back from working out.
A text from my neighbor. Kids are missing the bus left and right.
I end up taking 4 kids to school that morning.
If everyone would just stick to the routine life could keep moving at it's normal pace.
For the past 6 weeks I have spent a great deal of time talking about the construction of our home and how just laying the foundation has been such hard work. The most important work actually. Clearing and digging. Blood sweat and tears. My family, my husband, and my daddy are all working hard to build this dream. A place of peace, to settle, to come home to, a place for my children to always find us, to find home.
Earlier this week this word, enough, just kept making its way into my vocabulary.
We have enough bottles of water.
I have enough laundry to do.
The fridge has enough food.
The kids have played enough.
I’ve had enough of that smell.
Did we celebrate enough?
There’s not enough concrete.
Is there enough fuel?
Is there enough time!
I could make this list go in for days. It is simply that “enough” has resonated on this piece of land over and over this past week...
Forward as an adverb, onward so as to make progress; toward a successful conclusion.
Forward as a verb, help to advance something; promote.
Forward seems to be the best word to describe this last week.
When I look outside one bedroom window in my camper the visibility is about 10 feet before all you see is a wall of green. You can make out that the side of the ridge dips and rises but the green foliage is thick and protective.
When I look outside my other bedroom window I see the boys bunk house porch with its handmade bench & rosemary plant. At night I can see the solar lights that point us to their door, otherwise it’s pitch black and I know they are sleeping. Just beyond where they rest and play, is what we now call the playground. With its gentle swing, tiny playhouse, and “pirates ship” deck with slide.
You may automatically assume that when you pack up 95% of your belongings, put it all in storage, and move to God’s country in a camper that you automatically find peace. You assume you’ll wake up in the mornings, step out into the fresh air and breathe deep while holding a hot cup of coffee and still have your hair up in a messy bun. You assume that the kids haven’t stirred from their beds and that for just a few moments you can just enjoy the sun on your face and a whisper to your soul from the One that created it all. That’s what you imagine right?
Okay, so, maybe that’s not what you imagine. Maybe I’m just a dreamer at heart and have a vision of how I WANT my mornings to start. Maybe, you’re more realistic than I am and you knew right from the start that our mornings would not be wrapped in such quite ambience.
Nope. I did not imagine correctly how these mornings this last week would feel, smell, sound, or look. My senses have given me quite a realistic awakening to camper life when life must go on.
This week has been interesting. Of course, anytime you try to step into God’s will for your life, start seeking wisdom, or are on the right path our Enemy tries to steal our joy and throw us off. I’ll be the first to admit I forget to put on the FULL armor. Since the day I found out my book was ready for publication I have experienced “attacks” that are so far out in left field that the only explanation is spiritual warfare surrounding me. Kingdom work comes with a price.
Sunday evening I spent most of my time doing an obscene amount of laundry because the kids haven’t learned that they HAVE to keep their clean clothes put away. I spent Saturday organizing the Bigs clothing so hopefully it won’t be a problem again. It took 2-1/2 hours this time. Some of that time I used to write a blog post about praying with your husband, then when I returned home we ended up having an argument that was shameful. Granted we are under stress at the moment but it’s not like us to pit against each other in such a way. Of course, we saw it for what it was and rectified it with prayer. We are a team and we both are given the Royal Armor from the King, we just have to remember to wear it and stay obedient to the Spirit. Otherwise, the Enemy will rip us apart. So, our week started off with spiritual self checks.
A week ago today, we signed the papers on our house. We were exhausted and delirious, hopeful and excited. I cried only once that day, I had fallen asleep in the car on the ride back to our former home to get a few left overs and when I woke up I saw the sweetest little family moving happily into a house that had been our home for sixteen years. The next chapter of our lives officially began....