a prayer need

Last night, I talked with my mom, and discovered an urgent need for prayer.

My parents have been building a house, their last house, their home house. The pre-built house was delivered over a month ago, but the finishing process has resulted in a fiasco. They were told they would have a Certificate of Occupancy two weeks ago, then last week, then this week, so they gave their notice at their rental and hired movers to pack them up and get them out and into their new home.

Only as of last night, they STILL didn't have that C of O. Because the plumber didn't want to drive out to do his contracted work. Because of this, and that, and the other thing. My parents (and four of my siblings) are sleeping on the porch. The garage is packed with their stuff, and they've no place to put the contents of the third truck coming today unless...

Pete and I are leaving town today to go help load my sister's stuff up and move it down on Monday. But there is no place for anyone to sleep, or to put things. If we go, I won't be back until Monday, September 6th, since Piper and I will be staying up in VA to help as we can.

At this point, my parents really need to see God's hand moving on their behalf.
Please pray, if you will. They are so weary.

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UPDATE: It appears that my parents will not be able to get their C of O until Tuesday at the earliest. Please pray. They don't have anywhere to go right now.

a more peaceful place

I think that sometimes the heart needs a quiet place, a place unclogged with responsibilities, frustrations, demands. It is here that thoughts get sorted, understanding blossoms, faith grows. In this place, the heart learns to be, and to trust, and to live in the necessary dailiness to which we are bound by time.

It is from this place that I often write, a stolen, quiet allowance out of our daytime schedule for me. Here, the thoughts rise and fall, feelings surge into prose and poetry and find vent and I add simplicity to my day as I pour it all out in words that are sometimes published, sometimes not.

My blog has not been simple lately. Three columns and pictures and text and links and colors that just aren't where I am, who I am, what I want to be. At her blog, Emily offers "a place for the soul to breathe." Ann writes away from the noise, to "create a retreat, build a still chapel."

In the crazy of this summer, as I open my heart again to a new little life, I crave simplicity. I seek out the places that share what I know, Who I know, the safe places that build and entreat and encourage as they softly challenge. I am preparing and simplifying my life; I look for a quieter place for my heart, one that doesn't present an endless list of links, the cluttered double sidebars, the constant detraction from the words I have written and loved.

As old dreams die and new dreams come that I don't yet know, it is time to make a way for a more open space, a softer landing, a simpler place to offer the rambled thoughts that make their way onto my blog.

If you have come here from my old blogsite, I am so excited that you followed me! I hope you stay for a while. I won't be blogging there any longer, so please do change any links/shortcuts you may have for me to http://www.thisrestlesheart.com/.

My next post will mark my thousandth blog post from {this} restless heart, counting (of course) the 998 posts written at my previous site. In honor of the occasion, I'll be hosting a giveaway of some sort!

See you soon!

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