[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] I [/dropcap]’ve got a whole lot to process from the last few weeks, and I don’t know how to do it without overwhelming the reader. I don’t know how to do it without sharing too much either as there are some things that I want to just keep in my heart . . . yet I need to process them. So we’ll see how it goes . . . bear with me.
And for now, I’ll just say that traveling overseas with a one year old and a three year old was hard. But leaving our British family was even harder. And this place does not feel like my home, so being “home” might be the hardest part yet. However, I’m reminded that this world is not our home. And when we get to heaven, our true home, with our true family, how much rejoicing, how much peace, and how much comfort will there be? It’s something marvelous to look forward to.
I’ll leave you with a photo of my boys and I in our flat in Paris. Thank the Lord for the ipad as it was the perfect traveling companion to help my guys endure all the long flights and train rides.