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So Sunday was good great. And Sunday was hard. We had an outpouring of love like we didn’t expect and like we’ve not had before. It’s interesting that Max said that our family was 10% of the original group that planted Generations–we were 3 of 30. That got me to thinking that timing-wise, we were the first family to sign up and the first family to be sent out–sort of like we are Generations’ “tithe” on the congregation. Interesting concept to ponder, I think. And if you’re familiar with the passage from Malachi that talks about what God will do for those who tithe, it’s interesting to consider how Generations might prosper and benefit from commissioning us and sending us out.

And after the tears were over, we went back and stuffed the car full of the stuff we need to live on here in Dexter…at least while we’re making a basement in to an apartment. πŸ˜‰ Then we went to lunch and had more tears with final goodbyes to the Surbrooks and Leonards. Dang, I’m gonna miss those guys!

And then we were off. Well, most people who know us say we’ve always been “off,” but that’s another post, eh? πŸ˜‰ The drive was longer than we felt it should be (although the actual time and distance were normal–5.5 hours, 332 miles), but most of that was because we were tired and drained.

Monday found me still weepy and a combination of maudlin and excited–to the point where I just wanted to cry from happiness and sadness. It’s a strange place to be emotionally. I read email and saw a note from my dear friend Erica, which is where the title of this post came from. One of her sons (Jacob) was pondering our departure at dinnertime on Sunday and when informed that we were moving to Michigan, thought for a few moments. He then piped up with, “Do they even know how to *speak* Michigan?” πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

I laughed until I cried with that one and as Erica said, we’ll get a lot of mileage out of that one in days to come. πŸ˜€.

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  • Tricia

    We moved to Michigan about 1 week after returning from a 3 week vacation to Europe. We’d visited lots of countries and we’d tried to “get by” with a little bit of the native language of the countries we visited. I distinctly remember walking into the post office in our new burg and being uncertain how to say “thank you” in Michigan!

  • http://www.mamasheartblog.com sue

    that is really funny, Tricia! :) As a multi-lingual person, I struggle to find the right language for what I want to say from time to time, and I can understand how easy it is to forget even the basics. Thanks for the smile! :)