Moving Mercies

Well, so as not to leave you hanging about us being homeless for a night, let me hasten to go on to the next blog post, (while I presently sit in the parking lot of Lowes in Rapid City, SD, waiting for Jonathan to pick up some supplies.

 The Lord did not leave us without home or bed that first night out of our old home,

and neither did our children! 

First, we managed to all get together to celebrate our house closing and being debt free, and for a final supper together at Golden Corral. It was National Day of Prayer, and after a lovely meal, since our section of the restaurant was empty, we read a Scripture and had a time of prayer as a family, 

praying for ourselves, our future, and our nation.

Sam, who had just obtained a queen size bed from his granddad, due to Grandpa changing it out for the bedroom suite of his new wife, offered that we could stay at his place for the night.

And Rose and Carrie, who had just celebrated her birthday during the week of our move,

(complete with a yummy dessert!)

let Tim and Hannah stay with them at the cabin they are renting together.

  

It's a renovated log cabin originally built about a century ago, renovated by a Christian couple who offered that the two sisters could rent it from them, since Carrie has done chores for this couple numerous times. It's the most charming cabin I've ever seen!

We went to see it one Sunday pictured above.

It was such a mercy to know that our girls will be living near another Christian couple where the girls can keep their dogs, chickens, chicks, cow, and horse. 

With suddenly no roof to call our own in Colorado, upon arriving at our son's place with Jonathan's truck and trailer,  I found Sam's little mobile home unusually cozy. I slept quite well on the comfortable bed just brought in from Jonathan's dad, though Jonathan had a rough night with the tight chest and diaphragm spasms which his doctor insisted that he have checked out by EKG at the Urgent Care the day before.

The EKG came back as momentarily normal, and we believe it's stress symptoms.

But morning was bright with sunshine, and as we prepared to leave with our huge trailer, 

borrowed from a mechanic friend who'd offered it for our use,

and which Jonathan dubbed "Big Yellow" (pictured above)

I noticed crab apple blossoms and forsythia nearby while mourning doves crooned.  

Jonathan was hit with terrible stomach pain just as we left Sam's place, and felt like the "loppin' devil" had just clobbered him a good one.

I wasn't surprised.

But I also insisted we stop in Limon and purchase him some breakfast, however pricey. 

Sure enough, part of the problem was that he just needed something to eat.

Meanwhile, Sam, Rose, Tim, Hannah, and Danny were back at our old house loading up the animals into the horse trailer. Sam drove the moving truck with our furniture and pulled the horse trailer with all our animals (goats, kid, chickens, and heifer with myriad feed sacks and animal paraphernalia loaded into the tack room of the trailer). 

Rose pulled the flatbed with the van, which contained personal luggage and the elk head.

The flatbed carried rabbit hutches, lumber and other farm odds and ends. 

Tim or Danny drove Tim's little car, from which I took the picture above, as our caravan was driving through the sand hills of Nebraska. 

The above picture is where we met up together in North Platte, counting our blessings that we were thus far on our way safe and sound, with many mercies accompanying us