Moving Saga, Day 10

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My phone and a full cup of room-temp coffee sit by the worn velvet chair overlooking the yard. The one I had set up at 5am to read and blog in… But that was four hours ago. I reheat my coffee in the microwave now (something I swore I’d never do if I ever had a microwave again), but these are just desperate times.

Tyler has been running nonstop picking up, assembling, and scouting out essentials like a lawnmower, washing machine and furniture, and I couldn’t be more grateful I’m married to a handy guy who can fix or figure out anything!!

But just now my husband—who’s also getting pretty good at reading me—saw the panicky look in my eyes and whisked the kids out the door to run an errand with him.

Silence. Thank you, Lord Almighty. You know how much I need silence.

I have a new obsession. It’s the sound of the wind in the trees.

I’ve decided it’s an Ozark thing… or at least an American thing… something we never heard in India. It’s either the strong breeze we’ve had these last few days or all the tall grass and lush trees around the house, but the sound is mesmerizing. I can also hear the cows murmuring next door, and now I hear a farm tractor at work.

I am going to LOVE the country life. I’ve always been a city girl, and in one year I’ll be in a metro of 22 million, but for now the breeze and birds and gardening, the play with the kids outside and the blogging is going to be therapy to my soul.

I’m starting to think that we can live any way and do anything, if we do it in seasons, and we breathe in the unique life that each season has to offer.

Each season is a gift.

So, today our move home from overseas is complete. The house isn’t all set up like we want… the third room (we still can’t believe we have a third bedroom! This is actually the “master”, but it will be our office/studio/guestroom) is still a scary pile of boxes, rubble, and my drummerman’s drum kit. The kitchen counter looks like a flea market, since I can’t seem to sort things well until jet lag is over. But as of ten minutes ago, the washing machine is installed and the huge backyard is about to be mowed for the first time. We are officially moved in!

I’m grateful these 10 days are over, and despite all of the crazy, there was so much grace. It’s like we just held our wings out and let Jesus carry us to the next nest.

And in these past couple weeks there were people in our lives I will always see as angels, who helped make the load lighter for a day or two. This couple from California happened to be visiting our mountain town. Nathan and Marissa spent a week playing intentionally with our Little Man while we packed up our house. He always ended the day happy and at peace.

Our real estate agent Jan is the cutest, spunkiest 70-year-old I’ve ever met. She helped us sell a tiny “investment” house we’ve never lived in, and find/ buy a little dream home in the country that will be our “investment” for decades to come…while we were on the other side of the world!

These are just examples of all the people God has sent to love on us in this transition. Thank you, blogreaders, for also being encouragement and prayer over us in this time. You’ve brought me joy despite terrible flights, landlord fights, and excess luggage.

The part we play in one another’s’ journeys when we really walk together is just. so. HUGE.

  • Laurie Vervaecke

    Your blog today reminds me how we appreciate things we miss while living in another country. We may not even know we miss something until we experience it again.

    After being in Singapore for many years, I had traveled to Australia for some meetings. We had gone to dinner & as we walked out of the restaurant, there was a gentle breeze & there was a scent in the air I had not smelled in years. It was the scent of Lilacs. Oh…it was wonderful. The home in Idaho where I grew up, had lilac bushes as a fence line. In the Spring it was glorious!

    Enjoy the sound of the wind in the trees, the mooing of the cows & the sound of tractors….with a fresh cup of coffee ☕️


  • phyllis shults

    This blog reminded me of the John Denver song….

    Well, life’s on a farm is kinda laid back,
    ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
    It’s early to rise, early in the sack thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
    raising me a family and working on the farm.
    My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.
    ~~John Denver


  • Madelaine

    I liked the words you used to express the journey to your next nest.


  • Tana

    I wish I could hear the wind in the trees. Something I miss. I remember as a child sitting on the back porch and I used to pretend it was people clapping for me. I was born to be a super star and the wind in The leaves….my audience. As I got older I learned to appreciate silence, something we dont get much of here in Downtown Salem. Enjoy….soak it in while you can, soon you will hear the beeps and amazing sounds of India again. Just always remember This is not our Home. I love you Rebecca.


  • Maureen Simpson

    I have loved reading your journey back “home” and your posts on living a minimalistic life. We went through 2 moves within the last 8 months and needless to say it has been exhausting so I related to so many thoughts, feelings, and frustrations you shared. I feel l’m somehow doing life right alongside you even though we’re miles apart. You put words to my thoughts that I don’t know how to always verbalize and I don’t feel as crazy! Thank you for all your insights and vulnerability. Reading this today has reminded me to fight for rest and quiet when life doesn’t want me to stop. Love you, Friend!


  • Divyansh Gupta

    These photographs speak out loud, and allow me to visualise what it’s like for you there. Great Clicks!

    I love it how you bring out the significance of each season, and how they are a gift to us, gives me a new perspective all together.


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