Wellll. It has BEEN A MINUTE since I last made it over to this blog. But here’s the deal, y’all. We have had a thing or two going on up in here. And it appears as though it’s going to stay that way for a while. So, I thought I’d grab ahold of a few blessed kid-free moments today to give some mass updates for those of you who might be interested in our journey overseas. And, let’s be real, to Future Me who will surely scroll back to read this years down the road and think, “Oh, sweet 35 year old Catherine. You didn’t even know what was a’coming.”
Because we Allisons like to go big or go home, I also happened to schedule my last day of work on the same day as their last day of school. I managed to hold myself together until the bitter end. And then, the tears started rolling. Because this. For those of you who might not know the culture of our church, we are constantly- incessantly- reminded that we are “sent.” Every service concludes with these words. Nearly every gathering. And as I walked out of my no-longer-workplace on that last day and saw these words, Y’ALL. I was about to re-employ myself right then and there.
In all seriousness, while the tears have fallen plenty in recent months and the INSANE logistics can sometimes be, well, INSANE… God’s been so kind.
Like how ’bout the fact that we sold our house. (BEFORE EVEN PUTTING IT ON THE MARKET. HOLLAAA NO SHOWINGS WITH THREE KIDS. I WILL TYPE THIS IN CAPS FOR THIS REST OF MY DAYS.) Yes. We sold our house to a family we know. Another staff family from church. A family who will love this house as much as we have. WITHOUT HAVING TO KEEP MY HOME SPOTLESS AND SHINING FOR DAYS ON END WHILE IT WAS ON THE MARKET. God’s kindness.
Or how ’bout the fact that, after so, so many tears and hours of fretting, we found a family for Lucy. And, once again, this family happens to also be on staff at church and are sweet, sweet friends of ours. She’s truly the weirdest, best dog in the history of dogs, and if I had to give her up to anyone, I’m so glad it’s them. God’s kindness.
While we haven’t been selling our house and re-homing our dog, we’ve been selling a ridiculous amount of randomness, and my kids have made BANK off of their old toys. I’ve dropped hints that surely I should get a cut of their profits for the amount of time I’ve spent on the Facebook Marketplace selling their junk. But, alas, all I get are rapidly emptying toy boxes and bookshelves. I’ll take it. Because we can take some of their toys to Malawi, sure. But that random janky Barbie doll that should’ve been tossed before we bought it? Nah. Peace, Barbs
Truly, though. These kids of ours- as imperfect as they might be- have been absolute ROCKSTARS during this process. One year ago, they were all “no way, no how, not going” about this whole deal. Last night, we sat around the dinner table while the kids- completely unprompted- rattled off reasons they’re excited about moving. WHAT. Again, God’s kindness.
So, yes. We’ve sold a boatload of everything and have another boatload to unload in the coming weeks. But we’ve also spent surely trillions of dollars on All The Things for Malawi. Three years of shoes and clothes for three kids. Embarrassing volumes of taco seasoning and ranch seasoning packets. Deodorant to last for, basically, ever. New bikes all around to be crated to Africa. Like I said. Trillions of dollars. In the midst of all of this, our cars broke. Both of them in one week. One was fixed. One was fixed(ish) and (just) needs a new transmission. Awesome.
But, once again- jacked transmission and everything- it’s still totally drivable. We can get where we need to go. And, if we can’t- heeeey new bikes! God’s kindness.
I’ve told so many friends recently that if I had to describe this season in two words, it would be “God’s kindness.” Also perhaps “sheer crazy” or “I’m tired” or “send help.” But mostly? God’s kind. Over and over and over again. We feel seen and known and cared for and loved by the One who is sending us. And we continue to stand with mouths agape at his provision for and kindness toward our family.
So, seven weeks left in RDU. Three months in RVA. (Half of which will be spent living with my ‘rents. #prayforchrisandsusan) And then, Malawi or Bust.
This is happening. Not sure if Malawi is ready for this crazy crew. But it’s happening.