8x8 photo tag.

in case you couldn't tell, i have been completely stumped and at a creative loss as what to write about...most importantly, how to write it. i'm the type of writer that even if i have something to say, i won't unless i feel comfortable with the way it's going to come out. even now, it's not workin' for me. i'm not feelin' it. not in the groove. ah, well. it's always good to receive a tag when there's nothing else to motivate my cells into action.

my sister-in-law over yonder tagged me to do a picture post - the 8th picture in my 8th file folder - and to tell about it. simple enough, right?

8x8:

i immediately thought, "how appropriate" when i came across this one. it was one of the many days that changed our lives. geographically. emotionally. spiritually. almost one year ago, this eighth picture in the eighth file tells a large, impacting story. what was once foreign and large, crazy and full of traffic, confusing and chaotic is now familiar and what we call home. it's beautiful and bustled. it's wide open. it's community. it's home.

for now.

this picture brings to life all of the memories that have made their home in my mind. all of the new friends we've met and poured into. the way my girl's lives have been altered. moved. it reminds me of God's faithful hand guiding us into a strange place. how He met us on the other side of the busy highway. how He continues to tell us, "I'm here."

it's the day we moved in.

said hello.

signed the papers.

shook hands.

settled.

started again.

that was a good day.