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| My first glimpse of a realio, trulio plateau. |
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| Saturday at a mountain park with friends. |
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| Sweet Carlyn. |
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| You just can't beat our Nath's smile. |
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| Nathan and Alexis. |
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| The road into school and church. |
While there, we saw in person the house which we are in the process of purchasing. We drove by first on Thursday evening, on our way in, and all I could see was how close the houses there are to one another and to the street. I wrote this Thursday, in the middle of the night, while everyone else was sleeping:
A Country Girl Moves to Town
The houses on our street line
up like teeth once in braces
like the sides of a corset
cinched along the spine.
Friday morning I brought to school B.J., Leah, and Willem (kindergarten
round-up was held that day).
I stayed
for opening devotions and all-school singing, and it’s when Jay started reading
Psalm 121, I will lift up my eyes unto
the hills, from whence cometh my help? that I started spilling over,
thankful that I was in the front row.
When I left, I decided to do my best to find the house back myself – after all, if I’m going to live here, I might as well get over my fear of
traffic and city driving.
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| Willem with his teacher, Mrs. Lara Moore. |
So I did. I found it and
parked across the street for a little while.
I don’t know how I missed it Thursday, but the front yard of the place
is dominated by one of the most beautiful trees I’ve ever seen (and Saturday I
saw the backyard, bordered by lilacs and a garden space, with roses and bulbs
sprouting everywhere). That tree, silly
as it sounds, was an answer to prayer for me, a reassurance that I’ll be
alright, that our Father will care for us here, too.
An Omer of Manna
A cloud shades the front yard of the
red brick house on Birch: crab
apple blossoms
in full bloom, white. Fragrances floats
up like incense,
and
petals
rain
down:
bread
from
heaven,
angel’s food, to the full.
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