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Well folks, this time tomorrow I should be headed South!
Back to the land where milk and honey flows in the form of sweet iced tea and Southern drawls.
My land, where the mosquitoes are a big as hummingbirds and the whippoorwills sing you to sleep.
The place that holds a piece of my heart in its white sand beaches and blue green seas.
It’s the place where I was born. The place where I was raised. It’s the place where I met my husband and bore my children. The place where I met Jesus.
I’m so thankful for the opportunities that my little family has to travel these 50 states. We count it a privilege to be able to see all of the things that this great nation has to offer. But after all of our travels, it’s so nice to cross that state line and read those sweet words that seem to sing to us….”Welcome to Sweet Home Alabama.”
Back home to friends and family….to friends that we consider family.
It’s funny how two months can seem so short and so long at the same time.
We’ve made some great memories this summer. Memories full of cool, fall-like days and precious family time. Full of mountains, and kayaking the Susquehanna. Full of coal mines, Hershey’s chocolate, and Dutch Pennsylvania.
Now it’s time to get back home to start the new chapter that God has in store for us.
This chapter is looking like it could be the closing chapter on the book that we’ve been writing for the past two years. This chapter will end with us moving into our new house.
After two long years of feeling like we were Israelites wandering in the desert. We are finally claiming our very own Promised Land.
Hallelujah!
This house….the one that holds our blood, sweat, and tears (all quite literally)….this house that has kept us up nights……this house is not our own. It never has been. It never will be.
You see before we ever even broke ground for the foundation we gave this house and this whole process over to God. He’s the rightful owner. It’s His to use in whatever way He deems fit.
You get that, right? Not just in our lives but in yours as well. All you have….all I have….. everything we have comes from Him.
It’s when we give it back over to Him that we can see all His marvelous glory. When we give it back, we get to see Him turn it into something far better than we could have ever dreamed.
His methods may not match up with ours. His way may take you through days, months, even years of wandering and wondering.
Don’t loose heart. Keep following His lead. Even on the days when you just don’t get it. You will come out the other side changed.
Who knew that building a house could build a life?
Forever Changed,
Forever Grateful,
Tracey
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Back to the land where milk and honey flows in the form of sweet iced tea and Southern drawls.
My land, where the mosquitoes are a big as hummingbirds and the whippoorwills sing you to sleep.
The place that holds a piece of my heart in its white sand beaches and blue green seas.
It’s the place where I was born. The place where I was raised. It’s the place where I met my husband and bore my children. The place where I met Jesus.
I’m so thankful for the opportunities that my little family has to travel these 50 states. We count it a privilege to be able to see all of the things that this great nation has to offer. But after all of our travels, it’s so nice to cross that state line and read those sweet words that seem to sing to us….”Welcome to Sweet Home Alabama.”
Back home to friends and family….to friends that we consider family.
It’s funny how two months can seem so short and so long at the same time.
We’ve made some great memories this summer. Memories full of cool, fall-like days and precious family time. Full of mountains, and kayaking the Susquehanna. Full of coal mines, Hershey’s chocolate, and Dutch Pennsylvania.
Now it’s time to get back home to start the new chapter that God has in store for us.
This chapter is looking like it could be the closing chapter on the book that we’ve been writing for the past two years. This chapter will end with us moving into our new house.
After two long years of feeling like we were Israelites wandering in the desert. We are finally claiming our very own Promised Land.
Hallelujah!
This house….the one that holds our blood, sweat, and tears (all quite literally)….this house that has kept us up nights……this house is not our own. It never has been. It never will be.
You see before we ever even broke ground for the foundation we gave this house and this whole process over to God. He’s the rightful owner. It’s His to use in whatever way He deems fit.
You get that, right? Not just in our lives but in yours as well. All you have….all I have….. everything we have comes from Him.
It’s when we give it back over to Him that we can see all His marvelous glory. When we give it back, we get to see Him turn it into something far better than we could have ever dreamed.
His methods may not match up with ours. His way may take you through days, months, even years of wandering and wondering.
Don’t loose heart. Keep following His lead. Even on the days when you just don’t get it. You will come out the other side changed.
Who knew that building a house could build a life?
Forever Changed,
Forever Grateful,
Tracey
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Welcome home! I love all the pictures and so excited for you and your new house! Yipee! :) Hugs and blessings!
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