Being awake at this hour calls makes my stomach growl. So I write with sticky peach on my face and sticky sweat covering every other surface area. I need a shower (as does my wonderful husband who is still working back at the house) but I wanted to say public ally that God is caring for us through friends in amazing ways.
3 of the last 4 days we’ve had friends come help. Almost like they were scheduled work days #2, 3 and 4. But most weren’t scheduled. Kinda like pop-up gatherings of people to sing (what’s that called? My brain signed off hours ago). Like that, only people texted to ask if they could come help. And worked hard. Really hard. And did it with such joy.
I’m all the more grateful because the kids have been sick. Not horrible but a cold and a small D–but enough the we couldn’t take them to a sitter all day Wed when we’d planned to get so much done.
Last night this hit me–again, God is saying, “Angie, it’s not all up to you. I’m going to love you and provide help for your family through your community of friends.”
Oh, did I mention I haven’t had to worry about cooking for 3 days as meals just come to my door?
I’m now here at a Wycliffe ministry apartment tonight as Scott dropped me off and returned home to work longer. (He hopes to be done by 2:30 am) He’s been an incredibly hard worker. The late night Is even after Dan stayed with our kids so I could pack and we had the entire Hand family and Amanda workin’.
It does take a village to get us outta town!
Looking forward to teary hugs and telling lots of friends how much we love then and will miss them at a farewell gathering from 3-5:30 tomorrow.
Pray one if our beloved sitters can come play with kids tomorrow am for even an hour so Scott and I can get a nap in.