A counter full of groceries for us!
I had known they were doing this, they had sent an email asking what food we eat, but it was still an overwhelming sight to see how much the people here cared for us already! And it didn't end with the food, we have been so cared for by this congregation this past year. So much that one couple was even willing to have Anna overnight last night so Steve and I could focus on the boys at the waterpark.
It has been quite a year. It hasn't always been easy, many tears have been shed (and not just by the children :)). I'd say that I probably had the hardest time of all of us adjusting to life here. Steve jumped into his job right away and knew his role here. The kids, well, they're young, they adjusted easily (they were excited to have a huge place to ride their bikes and neighbor kids to play with). I had just become a mom of 4, was dealing with postpartum emotions :), and had no idea what my role here was (or where anything was for that matter :)). Yes, it was quite a year, but it was a wonderful year. I look back and see the wonderful blessings that God bestowed on us. We have a wonderful church to be a part of (and in September I became the Worship Coordinator, giving me an opportunity to use the gifts God has given me, and an added bonus, I get to work with my husband!), we have a wonderful school community to be apart of (and Micah absolutely loves), He's given us good friends (you know you have great friends when you can go out for a girls' night and sit at a restaurant for hours where you both laugh so hard you almost cry and also have very serious conversations), and we have the best neighbors anyone could ask for (just ask our kids :)).
Yes, as we look back to a year ago we can say we have been truly blessed. Soon after Steve became a pastor an older pastor and his wife invited us over for dinner. I remember the wife telling me that each time they moved it had taken two years for it to feel like home. I remember in Michigan that was true, it was almost two years to the day that I was walking up to our house and thought, "this feels like home." But it didn't take two years here. I think having a child in school and being so connected to the community helps. But this morning when I climbed into the van I didn't cry :), because I definitely felt like I was going home, and it felt good. :)
So Happy Montannaversary
(view from our backyard)
it's great to be home!