Moving out…

Well, we no longer have a house.

We closed on our home last Thursday and have been living with family and friends since then.

Saying goodbye to the first home we owned was completely anticlimactic. We knew it was coming, the last night of sleeping there came, and then I don’t even know what happened. We spent all day Wednesday packing and cleaning, and still didn’t get out until the wee hours of the morning. The boys were asleep at some friends house, Robert was making a run to Garland to drop off the stuff we were taking to Kenya, and I just drove away in the dark.

I kind of stopped, looked back, and it hit me that we wouldn’t be there again.

This entire process has been like that. I know things are about to happen, goodbyes are taking place, but it just doesn’t seem to hit me. For some reason I feel like I am on the verge of a complete meltdown, but I haven’t yet.

Maybe it will, and maybe it won’t happen. Right now I’m just able to accept whatever comes. There’s no wishing things were different. It is what it is, as Robert likes to say.

So, what has life been like the past week?

We stayed with some awesome people for 3 nights very close to where our house was. It was nice to not just get out of town, but it was also hard because we were so close to home, yet couldn’t be there. Very strange.


The Awesome Carl Family minus 1 kid napping and 1 in the womb


Friday night was incredible. Our home group threw a Sending Party for us, and I can’t tell you how encouraging it was. We had lots of food, lots of kids, and lots of laughter. We got to chat with some of our favorite people. The conversations were sweeter, knowing that we didn’t have much time left with them. Then we had a prayer time that drenched our thirsty hearts with life giving truth. We literally felt the Holy Spirit there with us. I wished it had never ended. That will most definitely be a highlight we’ll look back on and cherish.

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Caedmon and baby Ezra Drake

We participated in the It Takes A Village 5k Saturday morning, and got up before the sun to get there to volunteer. We picked the boys up out of bed and just put them in the car. They were such troopers, bundling up together in the stroller we borrowed. Before we left the house, we realized that both mine and Caedmon’s tennis shoes ended up in Garland with the rest of our stuff, so guess who went and bought shoes at Walmart at 6am? Fun stuff, let me tell ya. The 5k was a blast, especially because I was so enthusiastic. Sorry to anyone I annoyed. I just don’t know how you can be in an environment like that and not want to scream with excitement every 50 yards. Maybe that’s just me.

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We finished the Naomi’s Village 5k! Caedmon and Malakai even won a medal in their age range.

Some friends from our church in Mineral Wells made it out to the 5k, so I grabbed brunch with a few of them after the race. It has been so good to reconnect with friends from every season of life. It is one of the biggest perks of moving overseas.

Sadly, we were able to watch the Aggies play Saturday afternoon. Enough said.

Then we went to Haltom City to have an early dinner with one of my best friend’s parents. How encouraging it is to hear what God is doing in other people’s lives, drawing them to Kenya. It’s not just us. Our God is so much bigger.

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Malakai is a very happy forward-facing 2 year old!

Saturday night was spent in Arlington with Robert’s family. Robert and I got up early Sunday morning because Robert had signed up to run his 2nd Tough Mudder. In case you don’t know what that is, it’s a 10 mile race for crazy people. You run through all kinds of water and mud and over walls and end by being shocked with tiny hanging wires. I don’t get it. But, he thought it was fun enough to do for the second year in a row. Plus, it’s for a good cause, The Wounded Warrior Project.

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Robert running out of the mud at the Tough Mudder. Nasty.

Now, we’re in Garland, TX at his uncle’s house. We have room to spread out a bit and feel at home. It’s still hard not being in our own house, but God has poured so much grace out on us.

I told Robert, I feel like God’s grace has been like a waterfall over me lately. It just keeps coming and coming and coming. This season is still not easy or comfortable, but it’s doable.

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Lovin’ this man through thick and thin and mud.

Where God guides, He provides.

I heard that a week or so ago and it’s really stuck with me. It’s true in so many ways.

He’ll provide financially

He’ll provide emotionally.

He’ll provide physically.

What a great place to be.


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