Our renters did a number on the house. And the management company. I had assumptions I guess. But Chris and I made it as fun as we could and we cleaned and re-did floors and painted and put things away. There is SO much left to do. 12 years of rehabilitation and upkeep don't happen all at once. But we have a new roof, new gutters, new windows (still waiting on the correct ones to be delivered), a new couch and chair and tables.... The next steps will be basement and yard. And a car. We hit a deer and our new-to -us van was totaled. So a newer car is up there on the list of things we didn't think we needed to do but surprise, we do!
But today I was longing for my friends. Friends who would have time for me. And longing for an ability to communicate with my kids. I don't know how to talk to them. I was trying to be funny but they just looked at me with blank stares. They don't want my serious talks. They don't want to go to the movies or help in the kitchen. And I am at a loss. I wonder if I should just act like they are not here. But I want to be available to them if they ever do decide to talk.
I love Virginia. I love the mountains and the hills and the water and the parks. I love the weather - the perfectly ordered seasons. I like it here!
I do not miss Cameroon. People, yes; the country, no. But so much time has passed my friends have gone on with their own lives. Their lives are full without me. It is, I imagine, the lull before the business of life sets in.
And where is the home I am still longing for? Not here! Heaven. And longing for all my children to long for heaven and a healthy relationship with Jesus.
Meanwhile I'll work toward making this a welcoming home. And work towards my new job with young adult MKs. And work toward subbing a bit to have travel money to go with Chris sometimes!
