All of this means a new house which is to become a home, a new community to find our way around and belong to, and a new church (just the one this time) in which to flourish. Oh, and the way we got to know our immediate neighbours was when we asked them to help us manoeuvre the caravan onto the driveway by hand, and there's not enough swing on the road to use the car (unless I demolish the church wall... which I nearly did with the car... hence knocking on doors... as the school run was about to start...)
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| Chris levelling the caravan outside the Vicarage - the driveway slopes more than you can tell from the photo |
So, 5 weeks into the post (of which nearly 2 were wiped out when I suffered the whole-body effects of pulling the muscles in my 'good' leg during the moving process), how are we doing as a family? Well, there were several cries of "we are never moving again!". And that seems to accurately sum up how we are. We belong here - home, community and church. And here we are - until God says, "time to go..."
