“Women have a thirst for order and beauty as for something physical; there is a strange female power of hating ugliness and waste as good men can only hate sin and bad men virtue.”
We moved.(Now picture me flat on my back, half-dead on the floor.)
That was exhausting! Who moves a couple of streets up? With six kids? While twins are cutting five teeth… each? Who does that? Well, we do, I guess. And all because I was desperate for a flat fenced backyard for my littles.
There will be pictures, but not quite yet. I’m trying to quench that thirst Chesterton speaks of- trying to bring order and beauty out of chaos and ruin.
My sweet friend Mystie sent me the most encouraging texts during all the hub-bub. There I was with too much to do, boxes to pack and move, a house to clean and spackle and shine, a couple of teething babies, an utterly confused and therefore needy toddler, and I would think, “WHY did I think this was a good idea? This is madness!”
And then she would text to tell me that bringing order out of chaos is God’s work- the kind of creative work that harkens back to Genesis 1 and that I was (and still am) living out in a very real and tangible way.