Oh, you pretty things...

"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places." - Ernest Hemingway


Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup...

These last couple of weeks have been intense beyond belief. Pearce and I are definitely living the nomad life. We lived a few weeks with my grandmother, this week we lived with my parents, a few days in between we stayed with one of my dearest friend's Tiffany...I am so thankful for the people who have shared love with us in our greatest time of need. YOU GUYS ROCK OUR WORLD!

All of this...while still looking for jobs. Our bank account was slowly reaching zero...and with three hundred dollars worth of bills to pay in a few weeks...worriedness occasionally popped up...but then, BAM! God blessed us with the EXACT amount that we need for our bills, plus a few extra dollars so we could put gas in our little put-put car. Hip-Hip-Hooray!

It's times like these when I fall in love all over again with Paul. You know, the guy that wrote Romans and 1st and 2nd Corinthians? Can we just talk about how amazing this guy was? Totally a classic nomad. The words of Solomon best sum up my feelings about our whole situation...

[Proverbs 30:8-9]
'...Give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.
Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say,
'Who is the Lord?' Or I may steal, and so dishonor the name of my God.'

This is how I feel in every situation. Let me tell you...it's really exciting to see it play out in real actual life.

My sister is home from Russia. If Pearce and I were living in an economically stable situation, we'd come over to my parent's house one night for dinner and I would have heard a few exciting stories from my sister. Instead...we've been having late-night sleepovers and talking until the wee hours of the night about gypsies and people named Sasha and the Red Square and and how much we both love people. I wouldn't trade this time for anything in the world.

We aren't any where near hungry. We aren't sleeping on benches. Our friends and family have been blessing us unbelievably. God doesn't always provide in the way we want or expect. We don't have one home. We have many homes! Money falls from the sky so we can pay our bills. This life we live...is simply beautiful.

Fenn xxx

1 comment:

  1. you are simply beautiful my darling.

    wherever we are will always be home for you and pearce.

    he has joe watching over you.

    your blog is magically delicious.

    and.. 'there's enough for everyone's need, but not for everyone's greed'