Accumulating Evidence

I'm not telling on my husband; I'm really not. This is merely adding evidence to the last post.

We were driving him to school this week. He had (amazingly delicious homemade bread by Mrs S) toast with him for breakfast. I hadn't eaten yet. "Please have a piece," he selflessly implored me. I declined. (He needs to eat!)

"Calli, eat it. You need it more than I do. You're pregnant," he said.

Ummm. I hope I am NOT pregnant... but I will take a bite anyway!

See how the past few weeks have just swept us by? Braden is overwhelmingly occupied with school, trying to get us back into our house, and taking care of the kids and me. I've been struggling with discouragement with nursing. What seemed to start so well has now led to soreness and two brief, albeit painful, bouts of mastitis. Add a few migraines. . .

We left the Ts on Wednesday this week, but our house still isn't ready. We moved in with the S family. I had a whole post in my head of God's amazing love, revealed to us by so many saints that have generously given meals, childcare, and homes to us!

I packed clothes for 3 days, because we planned on moving home on Saturday. The boys came to me this morning with long faces because they didn't have any "church clothes" to wear. (i.e. we still didn't move home.)

Our upstairs bath has running water now, but we still lack a working bath/shower. About half of our furniture is still in the pod on our front yard. The kitchen lacks counters and a sink, plus everything from the "old" kitchen needs to be washed and put back into cabinets. The painters worked over the weekend, but there is still painting to be done. So, the question is, do we just move in as is and let the work continue around us? We have been so well taken care of. I think I am a bit uneasy about being home and not having anyone around to help me with the kids and when I'm feeling ill. More reliance on Christ. I keep reminding myself that none of our circumstances are a surprise to Him, who holds all things in His hands.