V joined the school ranks--the preschool ranks that is--today. She was bubbling with excitement all morning as she ran around searching for her Minnie backpack because as she put it, "I have to have my Minnie at school." We found it just in the nick of time. I wish you could've seen her smile from ear to ear. She has been waiting for her first day of school for a long, long time now. I can't wait until she goes to real school next year. She just loves stuff like this. I know this joy school experience will be much different than my first one was so I am happy.

And now I sit alone on a Monday morning at 10:41am writing on my blog. Elle is napping and although there are chores and work to be done, there is also peace to be had. So rarely during the week do I let myself revel in the small minutes of downtime that open up each day. I can always find ways to quickly fill the gaps and keep myself busy. But today as I drove home after dropping V off at school, I felt a distinct impression that I should not fill this sliver of time with anything but time to feel peace.

I've been reading this book for the past few months and found some comforting words in what I read this morning: "Continue your journey and let your hearts rejoice; for behold, and lo, I am with you even unto the end." You cannot know how much these words mean to me right now. Tim and I are already thinking about next year and another possible move (or possible chance to stay), and we are thinking about what is best for our family. We know where we want to be, but we also know that we can't get there yet. They economy is down and it just isn't possible.

It is a strange thing to not know what the future holds. I've been through this scenario a lot over the past three years. Nothing is constant or sure. In fact, it is always the opposite.

Peace, please fill my heart and mind. I know you are out there somewhere. While I search for you, I will try to find joy in the small things, like my family, my budding faith and my dreams.

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