Okay so we don’t actually live in the windmill just really nearby…probably just as well, they’re seriously old. Martin and I moved home a week before Christmas, our old ‘apartamento’ was as old as the windmills and leaked…a lot! The new place is perfect, ceiling, electricity and water in tact (at least for the moment!)
Moving is such a hassel, the stages you go through: move or not to move; the looking for a new place; the negotiations; the money; the old bills; the new ones; packing, packing, packing; unpacking and so on and so on.
But once you’re in the new place it’s all worth it!
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No robbery
“No Robbery” is what God said, whispering so
gently to her heart
“No Robbery”, words so strong and certain
as so much threatens to fall apart
Pulling me back to what is true
When my heart cries “how can it be -
no robbery”
I long and ache for what was to be
To have felt his arms so tenderly
With freedom to say that he loved me
But that time has gone, it’s not to be
Certain sure he’s whole and free
But I’m still here, my heart is sore
All I know today I longed for more
So I turn to you, your arms are safe
I trust your words, and trust your grace
to stand again in a solid place.