Our "New" Home

The above is Josiah's name for our apartment to distinguish it from our "old" home in California. On today's flight, we made it until we were over the Gulf of St. Lawrence before Josiah asked, "Can we go back to our old home now?" But now that we're here, and the boys have more run-around room than in the airplane, they're doing just fine. Still, it's a transition and at bedtime, the kids were unsettled. It gave us the chance to talk about God's care and provision, even for "insignificant" details of a journey, and the tangible places we've seen that even though we're only through day 1. We talked about how this place is a little different than "home" (our old one), but that God is the same here and there, yesterday, today, and forever. After we prayed with them, I suggested to my still whimpering younger son that he can continue to pray, and he managed something like this: "Dear Jesus, please help me not to be so scared." What a simple, beautiful prayer! Two minutes later, he was fast asleep. Praise God that He hears and answers! And thank you for your prayers on our behalf.