Six years ago, my family of 6 moved to Panama City, Panama, for a three-year work assignment. Follow us as we navigate truly living in a third culture environment- never knowing when the call to move will come again.
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Tony is on vacation this week so we are busy enjoying our staycation. Hope everyone is having a great week, and stay tuned for many updates- including the plan for telling the kids about our upcoming trip!
First up- the grocery budget. I'm not talking about it. Here's hoping that the wisdom gained in August will allow for a smoother September. (and if I never eat pb&j again...)
As August creeps to a close (Could this month have been any longer?), it's time to update the house savings. As some of you may remember, we are working to save 100% toward our next house. This month, we were able, in spite of the evil grocery budget, to save 120% of our monthly goal. I would be more pleased about that number had I not known where we started the month and the potential savings. Oh well, better luck next month. But there's a problem. I'm not sure I want to do this anymore. I'm just not sure what I want anymore. Pass the syrup, people, I'm waffling!
Yes, I'm a waffle. Money and waffles are a constant for me. Tony laughs that I'll only be happy either living in Bel Air or in the Kenyan Bush. There's no middle ground with me, but this house-sa…
Chocolate and peanut butter. French fries and tarter sauce.
Thunderstorms and summer nights. Damp October afternoons and soccer games.
Sleepy babies and soft blankies. Little girls and white sundresses.
But my favorite pairing has nothing to do with food, or nature, or family. My favorite pairing? Words and music.
I really enjoy music. Would give anything to be talented in music, but it doesn't begin to compare with my love of words. I love words. Spoken or read. Calm or passionate. I love words. But like all great pairings, the whole is so much greater than the individual pieces. And so it is for me with words and music.
Nothing touches my soul like song lyrics. If you want my attention, send me a song that speaks your mind. It will reach my heart. Much to my family's dismay, I can listen to the same song for hours, days, however long it takes for it to reach the depths it needs to. And it isn't just Christian music that reaches deep…
Lest you think my life always goes well, we received very bad immigration news today. There is yet another requirement that has to be met before we can renew our paperwork. The problem is not the difficulty of the requirement, but that we don't have enough time before our trip to get the whole process done.
For my kids' hearts.
For my heart.
For some financial recovery.
For favor with immigration.
For God to make a way where there doesn't seem to be one.
For us to still get to go on vacation. (and for us to get back into Panama when it's over)
And, because today is just sucky, we found out that one of Coralynn's favorite friends is moving next week.
When it rains, it pours, and my umbrella broke last week, L