Hobby Lobby Made Me Sad

I know, Becky. Shocking right? For the craft lovers, it the happiest place on earth! Well, today the kiddos and I embarked on a journey at Hobby Lobby to find some fun surprises to play with to help the rainy day pass more quickly. After parusing through the isles at the back of the store, we headed towards the checkout with chalk, erasers, and pipe cleaners - $4 worth of fun that is working wonders even as I write. On the way to the front of the store we passed all the the halloween stuff which kinda got me excited. For those who know me well, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fall and all the things that come with it -the warm clothes, the baking, the leaves, football. Then we passed the isle with the Christmas wrapping and my excitement was quickly replaced with a sudden pit in my stomach. Well, maybe it's best described as heartbroken. I am heartbroken for home. Oh how I miss home. MY home. I want to decorate my home, celebrate the Advent season in my home, make chili in my home with my crockpot. I know some of this may seem silly to you, but a year with all of our belongings in storage and living in transition is really wearing on my heart today. We are approaching the 1 year mark of when we moved back to Birmingham last year. The year has gone by somewhat quickly, but it really has been a hard year filled with transition, longing and disappointments. I was in tears on the way home from Hobby Lobby, begging God to change our circumstance soon and allow us to be in our home, with our belongings, with just our family. Some days I feel like a broken record as we have asked the Lord for this many many times. Even still, we wake up each morning and by His grace we have the faith to continue walking, trusting and believing that His plans and His timing are perfect. Friends, would you pray with us that God would change our circumstances soon? That Mitch would find a suitable job to support our family and that we would finally be able to make a home for our family?

Psalm 143:5-8
"I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all that you have done;
I ponder the work of your hands.
I stretch out my hands to you;
my sould thirsts for you like a parched land."
"Answer me quickly, O Lord!
My spirit fails!
hide not your face from me,
lest I be like those who go down to the pit.
Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love,
for in you I trust.
Make me know the way I should go,
for to you I lift up my soul."