So for a month or so, I've been kind of cryptic about what's going on in the Phillips' household. With our Africa trip, we were overwhelmed at the idea of leaving a 2- and 3-year-old for 10 days. We also knew that a mission trip like that would be life-changing. But all the while, something else was brewing.
The Daddy and I have recently made a decision that will affect our family and friends. We are moving to FLORIDA!
Now to be honest, last year when I started this little blog, it was really so we could keep in touch with our friends and family IN CASE WE MOVED. If you go
HERE, and read #3, it makes sense. When I wrote that very first blog post, we were contemplating the move to Florida. When the opportunity collapsed, I breathed a sigh of relief and kept on blogging. This year, when a similar opportunity arose, I was much more open to the idea. Funny how God works like that. He prepares you and He's prepared us. We wouldn't be doing this two years ago, and we wouldn't be doing this three or four or five years ago. And here we are: getting close to leaving our family and friends in Georgia.
In the meantime, I've come to love blogging, especially making so many new online "friends." I love writing again, and I love showing the girls' their pictures on the computer. I love reading about other people and their families. I love looking for design inspiration. I love being a fly on the wall watching families grow, grieve and give of themselves.
While it's sometimes easy to hide behind the computer screen, it's often hard to take an honest look at what I chose to write about and what I chose to "ignore." I go for that method of dealing with problems sometimes. Ok. Often.
I've been ignoring the fact that we're moving, but as the calendar pages keep turning, and we begin to wind down our time in Georgia, I start to hyperventilate a little. Breathe. Breathe, girl. Breathe.
Alright. So I said it. I can't ignore it any longer. I feel better already!
