4.22.2014

Thoughts before leaving [home]

It's 8:53 pm, our time. We leave for the airport at midnight and then just a quick little 36 hours later we'll be in America. I have so many thoughts and prayers bouncing around right now: Go to sleep Molly. Did we pack the girls enough clothes? I'm gonna miss mango season here! Friends' faces and voices, here and there. Family. What will our seats be on the plane?

I have thought and written much about living in two worlds. This paradoxical home and not-home feeling is very tangible when you are leaving home and going home spanning a 9.5 hour time difference. I am not saying anything new. I'm just saying it again. It's hard. It's exhausting and real and probably (no, not probably...but yes!) good for me. 

This God we serve, He is good. He knows what's best for us. He knows my hurts, my fears and worries. He knows the feeling of guilt I have for leaving this place and the probable criticism and self-righteousness I'll feel in America's opulence. 

Oh, but He is good. And He holds me. Not only will He [maybe] get us good seats on the plane, and [maybe] give me a safe delivery of our 3rd little girl, and [maybe] make melatonin work wonders on my children. He will be with us. He will [definitely] be with us. And in His presence, I am home. 

4.10.2014

Picture of the Week: Ballet and Belly

On her last day of ballet class for the season, all the girls got to wear a costume borrowed from their teacher's collection. (This teacher knows how to make a little girl's day!)

Here's our beautiful ballerina.




And my belly made the picture.
Yep, there it is. 

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