For the first time in 7 years my husband and I are not moving into a new home after a year. We have moved, desperately and together, every ~9 months for a long while now and have gotten pretty good at packing all of our things in boxes, loading up cars, and feeding the friends we convinced to help us. In the midst of all the moving we have also had to find new routines, churches, and most importantly taco places.

So I am pumped to be keeping all of my toiletries safely under my bathroom sink this year, but there is something huge I have learned in all the moving, to make God my home.

When uncertainty rages and my roots are not firmly planted, I can rest in the knowledge that God is my home. Read More →

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