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Settling In



I find it ironic that the last post I posted was about our move that did not happen and how God wanted me to be moldable.  When I typed those words and prayed those words, "God make me moldable," "Move to Wisconsin" was NOT what I was envisioning.  But, sometimes God's will is surprising and unexpected.

So, here we are.  18 days as Wisconsinites.  So many people have called and texted, asking me how we are doing and I often find my words fall short.  I am better at reflecting and writing out my thoughts, so this is for all those who have asked and are wondering . . .


We are doing well.  The move has felt very natural in so many ways.  It feels comfortable here. I haven't felt out of place or a "fish out of water" here at all. The kids all like it here.  Some miss their friends tremendously, which is expected.  One of my "littles" has shown some regression, also expected, but everyone is adjusting so well to the new house and neighborhood.  I think they all will grow to love Wisconsin.  

 



Our dog Sam is a country dog at heart.  He Loves Wisconsin, going on long walks with me in the morning and checking out the woods on our property!


I luuuve it here.  I mean, truly, love it here.  I wake up and look out my window and see the trees and think, "I cannot believe I get to live in this beautiful area."  But, don't think  it all has been idyllic  . . . I have woken up some mornings, looked out that same window and thought. "What have we done?  Why did we uproot our family from everything we know and move to Wisconsin?!?!" Overall, though, I think God has truly made it clear that this move is all a part of His plan.

The house is perfect for our family.  The house we bought was on the market for months and it surprises me that no one snatched it up before we did.  One of my boys has said many times, "Maybe God meant this house for us and that is why no one bought it before us."  And, I think he is right.  The house has space that others may find odd or quirky, but it is what I had hoped for.  There are over grown flower beds, with so much hidden beauty, waiting to be uncovered. 


Yet, I think I love the neighborhood more than the physical house. We have moved to a neighborhood that is sort of a cross between a suburban neighborhood and quiet, secluded country living in the woods.  Our house is on about an acre and a half.  The streets are quiet here and the kids go biking several times a day and I never worry about traffic, etc.  We have met most of our neighbors and everyone is so nice and friendly.  We are about 15-20 minutes from most things (shopping, library, church, etc) and it doesn't bother me. I know that suburban living, being 5 minutes from almost everything, is nice and preferable to most, but I think we have found our niche here.  Over time we hope to fix up the flower beds, plant a small garden and get some chickens, but for now we are taking our time and trying to settle into our home and find a good rhythm for our summer.


We have been here for 3 Sundays now and have attended three different parishes, all three vastly different from each other.  While I think we have found our parish, our "church home," Sundays are the hardest for me and it is during the middle of mass that I miss our former hometown the most.  I miss the familiarity of the pews we used to sit in, our parish priest's homilies, and looking around the church and seeing people who have loved us, and we have loved for years.  I have teared up at every single mass here, missing our former church family. It has been less than a month, so I know truly becoming a part of the community here will take time.  And, for now, I cling to the fact that Christ is the same everywhere He may lead us.  He is present in Maryland at our former parish and He is here with us at any parish we attend.  That is the beauty of our Catholic faith.



Please continue to pray for our family as we settle into our life here in this beautiful corner of Wisconsin.  



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  1. How exciting! What a beautiful home. Prayers for you and your family as you settle in.

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