What I'm realizing as we get ready to move (2.5 weeks!) is that fixing food feels good. It's normal and comfortable and while I don't
have much time these days, I'm somehow finding
peace in the kitchen while all the rest of our routines seem disrupted.
All is well and we are checking "to-do's" off the list left and right. Today, we'll do the next thing that needs to be done, and the day after that, we'll do the next thing, and so on. God continues to give us strength and help. He is so good.