Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23

This post should have been written a few weeks ago but it’s a busy time of year with the birthdays of the boys and getting back to school and work routines…

….so on 17th August it was exactly a year ago that I moved out of the house I’d lived in for 20 years. The house which I remember not existing and the architect showing where our garden would stretch back to. The house where grey walls and floors were gradually replaced with paint, wood, tiles and carpet. The house where each room would gather stuff and memories of things that happened there.

Notice I called it a house. Somehow I never thought of it as home even when I made my quilts and cross stitch pictures. Now I have a home. Somewhere I look forward to coming to after work or a day out like today. It’s a place I can turn on the lights, kick off my shoes, light a candle and relax.

What is the difference? God is central in this home. He gave it to me and in it He has supplied all I need and much more as He has promised in His word in the verses I quoted at the beginning of this post.

In this home, new memories are being made. The Squid and the Ginger Kitten play and fight and pray. They look on as I’m able to spend more time with them and reading and studying God’s precious word. We bake cakes, we make models, have Nerf wars-a lot. They see a happier me, more relaxed and freer with time.

God has been so faithful in this year when my belief in myself was low. He has brought new people and new things into my life and although I may change, He never will and of that fact I am truly grateful.

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