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 What a difference a couple of weeks make!  It has been a full week of unpacking, cleaning, organizing, deliveries, estimates on repairs, scheduling of said repairs, breaking down cardboard boxes and the far too often " where did I put that?" question at hand. 

 Every night we would sit down on the couch and pass out by 8:00. Ok, that's not much different but the aches and pains of this old body are. Though, they seem to be becoming a bit more normal and don't look to be leaving anytime in the near future.

 Last Saturday we had the washer and dryer being delivered. I felt I needed to apologize to the guy when I told him that the laundry room was upstairs. Which is really just a closet in the guest bathroom. ( if you come to visit this serves as a disclaimer that I reserve the right to have you throw in a load of towels while you're in there 😉) He said "that's fine". He sort of sounded like Juan Pablo, from last seasons The Bachelor,  when he said it. I detected an accent. So I asked more questions like, " how will you get them up the stairs and will you protect the floor?" I just wanted to hear him talk again and ok, I was concerned about the floor. He explained that they will carry the units up the stairs. I said " really?" I watched the movers all day lifting heavy boxes with a strap on their back but this I had to see. Two guys with straps carried those things up the stairs like they were sharing a giant necklace. Once they got them in the closet I heard. " Misses, can ewe come see? I need to see what es mor bedder fur ewe" I smiled listening to him talk and because I enjoying messing with people I asked him to repeat himself. When I got to the closet I saw the concern he had. The set up was backwards and the doors would not only hit each other but would make it less practical if we kept them that way. I (or our current house guest) would have to go around the washer door to get to the dryer. Very inconvenient! So, he said in his thick accent... " I shood put dis way ( he motioned to reverse the units to face opposite). "Es mo bedder fur ewe" I smiled and said " yes, thank you. That would be much more better for me." 

 Out of that birthed the term "more better" between Jim and I. He replaced an old light fixture in the screened in patio and asked " More better?"  We put a dehumidifier in the basement and after a couple of days I said " Es more better, down there". We waved down a guy with a lawn mower, asked him to cut the grass and we both said "more better" . The moving company picked up all the cardboard, packing paper and empty boxes which freed up the garage for Jim to get his car in there and that was an elated "More better" from him! 

Things are taking shape and beginning to feel a little more better. Sunday we wanted to try a new church. I have been really missing church. We tried a couple and they just didn't seem the right fit for us. We know we want a bible teaching church that challenges, encourages and gives practical application. And if it's not too much to ask we would love contemporary worship music. One of the guys from Jim's work told him we should try one that isn't too far from us and it sounded like something we are used to. We hit some traffic so, we were a bit late. We haven't gotten used to the traffic delays here yet. We missed the worship but..." The message was spot on and could not have been more better! It was exactly what I needed to hear. The message was on living the Christian life while here on earth, and that while this is our temporary home, we shouldn't become comfortable here. Wow!  I was challenged,  encouraged and as I sat there listening to the pastor speaking (just to me), I couldn't help but sense God gave us a church and His voice saying " See Connie, I know what you need and what is more better for you". 

   Although the washer and dryer situation brought simplicity, convenience and comfort, not all things and circumstances will. In fact, it's often the difficult, inconvenient and uncomfortable things that God uses in my life to show me what He wants for me. Things that will grow me up and make me more better to live for Him in this temporary home. 

Pressing On
 

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