Home Number Six

For years, I've been writing a blog in my head. As things happen, I narrate them to myself as if I was writing it on a blog. This habit certainly never got anything posted for others to read, but I suppose it was a nice mental exercise.

Well, I just got off the phone with my friend, Lara, who has been encouraging me to start a blog. So here it is and here's to you, Lara. : )

I'll start with where I am today and then later maybe write some posts about the last few weeks/months--just hitting the high (or low, as it may be) points of course. So at the moment: I'm living in my sixth "home" since I left my real home in Connecticut 26 days ago. It's a Fairfield Inn by the Nashville airport. Hey, free maid service (though I've learned all cleaning people are not equally stellar cleaners), free breakfast and a flat screened TV (a luxury not available at my house)...not bad!

But the biggest little item--or person--of note in my life is the 9-week old sweetie sitting in his bouncer looking at me right now. His name is Wesley William Crews and I think he's just the sweetest, cutest, most wonderful little boy I could ask for. I thank God for him multiple times a day, with an extra dose of gratitude for his surplus of hair that amuses me all day long.

I had Wesley right around the time that life started to get interesting and we had to begin packing for our move to Nashville. It's been an eventful 9 weeks and he keeps me busy/entertained/company while I'm in the hotel room or running errands while Nathan's at work. Lately, Wesley gives me lots of purposeful AND random smiles and that always lifts my spirits. He is currently wearing outfit 3.5 for the day. It would have been outfit 4, but I got his spit-up covered pants off and decided he would be fine finishing the day in just a spit-up covered onesie...don't worry, we'll give him a bath and some new clothes soon. : )

Aside from the fun of the baby, it's been a bit difficult lately moving from place to place, missing our friends, home and job in CT and trying to figure out what to do with our condo that won't sell.

But a lady preacher on TV this morning (Side note: I caught a bit of the sermon as I was flipping channels to find my usual morning show, Today...I felt drawn to stop and listen to the preacher lady with a southern twang, even if it DID mean that I'd have to miss the live Michael Buble concert on Rockefeller Plaza. Sigh. This brings me to my point. End side note.) reminded me that as a co-heir to Christ and a redeemed daughter of the King, I have everything to be thrilled about. I took the message as a reminder to try to reflect--through my thoughts and actions--the victory that I have in Jesus. He has saved me. The trivial challenges in my life right now pale in comparison when I focus on the cross!