family on the move. . .

I'm packing for a trip- I tell myself, "Darcie, don't forget the cords, you know, phone cord, camera cord, laptop cord." It's the way to travel these days; I'm learning not to forget the essentials.

We'll be on the road til school starts up again, visiting the family, all the way to New York and back.
The other day I checked on my neighbor's place and texted her, "I'm watering your tomatoes and basil and then you can water my cantaloupe-and please, eat it!" Such is the stewardship of what we leave behind.

And Noah's family is with us this week- they're moving to Arkansas. Soon we'll have a new place to visit, a new state to explore, but honestly- we'll miss them in Texas! Noah and John drove to Arkansas the other day. They're working on the house (and riding bikes together). Jamey and the children are with me- so so nice.

One morning in the garden before breakfast this little lady collected rollie pollies, explaining,
 "This is the daddy one and the mommy one and this is the big sister one, and this one died!"
The other day she demanded, "Gran, put on my shoes!" Then she paused, took a breath and continued, "I can see you are busy. . . I can be patient. . . I can wait."

Nice, sweet girl! I overheard her daddy helping her practice just the other day, "I can be patient, I can wait."
I'll tell him how his girl remembered. . .

Lately I've notice a struggle in my heart to be patient with customer service, like when I'm the customer and I expect to be served faster., you know what I mean.

I'll be practicing- I can see you are busy. . .I can be patient. . .I can wait.

Love is patient. . .love does not insist on its own way. (1 Corinthians 13)