Fall memories
So we are home. We have been for almost a month now. It’s beautiful to sleep in our own beds at night, cook with my normal pots and utensils, buy a second pair of shoes, see family and friends, and get into a more normal routine. We had an early Christmas unpacking our boxes of stored things, the girls were in heaven when they realized they owned toys! I miss Europe already though. A brisk wind will rustle the fall leaves and suddenly I am transported to last fall in Austria, the beginning of our trip. The Alps alive with color, the air fresh and sweet. A million memories fill my mind in those moments and a bittersweet feeling reminds me that I have left a little part of me over there. The people we met, their faces. The quiet, slow paced life, with its markets, walks, picnics. The feeling of adventure and the suspense of not knowing what to expect from each day. The contentment in having less material comforts and exchanging them for vast experiences. I begin to realize how amazing the last year has been and how blessed we are to have experienced it. There is certainly excitement here at home too, life is always full of new places we find ourselves. Nothing is really quite the same as we left it and we have plenty of decisions on our horizon (a.k.a where to live, where to go to church, what car to buy, etc.). Finding the balance of joy in where God has us and striving toward what is next on the page. We are praying for wisdom as we make plans and flexibility as God directs our steps.
