Timing Is Everything

I felt to write two posts today, so bare with me. I am a believer that my blog is just for this sort of occasion...lol

Rusty and Mary are moving down here this weekend. I have a flood of emotions that run over me when I think about it. So much so that I knew if I didn't take this opportunity to type it out that it would be forever forgotten, never to be reread, and thankful for later. Life has a way of doing that.

It's been hard, here of late. The family has been sick this fall, which isn't abnormal, but I am used to having an amazing bunch of sisters and friends to support me. I have really missed that. I still know that I am loved, they are just, all, long distance now. However, you have to turn inwards and keep yourself humble with the Lord through spiritual droughts, and I have been really trying.
(I just reread this paragraph and felt I must clarify that I have felt loved and appreciated from Sis. Marisela and Sis. Tisha here, but I am sure that they will agree it has been lonely and a different battle than when you are living in a large assembly.)

Emotions sweep over me as I pause to write the next few lines. I want to say how grateful I am that the Lord is sending Bro. Rusty and Sis. Mary when he is. The need is so great here, not just for our assembly, but in my heart. I went through a phase where I was so busy with all the visiting company that I could hardly breathe, but since winter has began to set in we have been more on our own (which is to be expected.) I am a pretty independent girl, most of my friends will tell you that, but I don't care who you are there is a natural, inborn, need for support and friendship.

I have never doubted that this is the Lord's plan for us, and I know that through difficult and challenging times that we grow. Growing pains aren't fun. As I watch my sons endure pains that seem to come out of no where in their legs and body I realize it is a necessity, and I assure them that those growing pains are good for them. They don't always agree, and have found them annoying, but they love the end results. Well that is where I am right now.

I want to be strong. I want to be faithful. I want to be an encouragement. I want to be patient. Nevertheless, the Lord knows who I am and who He is dealing with. He is sending help. He is showing me that my faith, strength, and patience is paying off. He is sending Rusty and Mary.

When I think about them living down the road from me my heart melts. When I think of hopping in my suburban and visiting with her I become a little bit humbled. I will appreciate her more than words can say. I am not that strong. I have cried and prayed and begged God for help, and He is sending them just when I needed them most.