Intro...

This will become my place.. my place to tell... I just need to let it out.

I am a wife of an amazing husband.

I am mother to 3 beautiful children.

Our life is anything but normal. 

We have been an international family. We have not had a home for longer than 2 years. Our roots don't go very deep. 

If you want to read more of where we have been or what we are doing click here or here. 

We have been in East Africa for the last 15 months.  We are looking again at relocating to Western Australia after our 2 year commitment here is up.  It makes my stomach sick both with anxiety and excitement.  

ANOTHER move. 

ANOTHER change.  

ANOTHER chance to trust God fully with our lives. 

We have 3 kids. 7.5, 5.5 and 20 months.  The older 2 have confusion about where is home.  The youngest thinks that there is not much in the culinary world outside of beans and rice.  

Since 2012 we have moved 10 times.  4 different continents, 5 different countries, 2 different states.  By moving I mean shlepping our belongings from one place or another for a few months time and then shlepping them on to the next "home".

We had thought this current place might be home for a longer period of time. We had hoped maybe it would work out to be a place were we could grow some roots.  Not knowing what we were entering we committed for 2 years and thought we would access and see if it was.  After 1 year we were pretty convinced it was not. That God had other plans for us.  Plans that both excite and terrify us.  

Its scary.  

As a missionary family there is this conception that we are superheros. That we do what others are incapable of or unwilling to do.  We sacrifice things like consistent electricity and other first world conveniences like aircon when the temps are over 100F with 80-90% humidity. The ability to walk into a store that is not 20km away and pretty much purchase anything we can image at a fair price.  Or the peace of mind to not be stared at our watched like a TV because other entertainment isn't available.  

Honestly.  We are not. We just make crazy feel normal. We try to do life with small kids in foreign circumstances and still bring normalcy. We suffer.. and when we are squeezed.. sometimes terrible and stinky things come out.  

But there is GRACE...

and we TRUST.

and We take it ONE.  DAY.  AT.  A. TIME...

This will be our journey. and I'm open to sharing it.  I have felt like I have been living between worlds and honestly I just need to talk it through.. 

So welcome to my brain.