3 Weeks

Y'all are due for an update!

Tate is now 3 weeks old. And I feel hopeful again. I haven't posted much because the little man and I were trying to figure out nursing, and doing a lot of it. Truthfully, I was in pain and going to bed as early as I could each night (which was always before Braden's computer was available for me!). I remember that nursing wasn't pleasant with my other children. . . for awhile. . . but I have such a poor memory that I didn't remember how long "awhile" was. It might not have been 3 weeks with each of them, but now I am finally experiencing what all the wonderful women around me kept saying- "it does get better!" We've decreased in duration, too, which definitely helps. As i told my mom tonight, "Everything doesn't usually fall apart in 15 minutes. But if I'm nursing for 40 minutes, I can expect several disasters."

We ARE moving home tomorrow. The kitchen lacks counters, the dishwasher, and a sink. Everything needs washed and put back in its place. And it needs painted- the kitchen, the hall, the bathroom upstairs, and the laundry room. The tile in the upstairs shower isn't finished yet. The furniture is still mostly in the pod. . .

Maybe you, like me, are wondering what has been going on lately?!

I don't want to post negatively. Yet I AM discouraged. Our home isn't restored. It isn't better than we left it. It's stil a mess and even when these things get taken care of there is still much to be fixed. I've noticed stains on rugs and nicks in furniture and trim, there are things that need cleaned up and replaced still. It seems that after ALL this, and four months of not being in our home. . . there is still so much to do. (Reminds me of Rich Mullins song, "There was so much work left to do, and so much you'd already done.") BUT, that is only part of the story.

The rest of the story is incredible. It's an amazing story of God's taking care of us for months through the kindness of His saints. We have been blessed with relationships, with meals and fellowship. I have been given time to recover while my children played with friends and others cleaned up after us and allowed us to rest as much as possible.

And even if my house was never okay again (after all, it's just a house with things in it), ultimately it WILL all get better (see how I can learn so much from nursing!). My hope is eternal rest and comfort at my Savior's side. I will glory in my Redeemer and His perfection. So we press on.