I have a feeling that for the next few weeks, whatever the outside of me looks like I'm doing, the inside of me is going to be figuring out moving. We do trust God - and he has shown himself to be trustworthy time and time again - but we have to do our bit. So we are applying for jobs (husband), looking for a school (for the boys), agonising about whether to come or stay (girls) and looking like we have everything under control (me).
The church provides a house (manse) but I still need to hear from them. Will we fit? Comfortably? Pets? The information filters through . . .
Um, yes, it is stressful!