The wee boy has had hand-knitted jerseys all his life, starting from ones to fit a 3lb 1oz baby, thanks to his Godmothers and Godmother's mum, friends of mine and his grandmother. When he first came out of the incubator in intensive care, he was so skinny that he couldn't hold his temperature in the sweltering summer of 2009. He had a cositherm mattress, a little woolly hat (we called it his Ben Nevis hat, preparing for the future), a cardigan and about 5 layers of woollen blankets. Those were made by more little old ladies who donate them. His first jerseys soon only fit his teddy bears though and he is now above average height and a good sturdy little toddler.
Why am I talking about woolly jerseys on a day like today though? We've been barefoot in the garden today, in our T-shirts, when we weren't cooling off outside. I want to make the most of it, because my husband came home and said snow is on the way. Oh no! More panic! The petrol station up the road had run out of fuel by midday today. As a mum said at playgroup today though, it's actually quite relaxing knowing you don't need to go anywhere.
That's what I'm most looking forward to when we move into our new house. We will finally be planting our apple tree, bought three years ago on a trip to a nursery to overcome the baby blues. We have lived in temporary accomodation for so long, we don't really know what it will be like. Another two songs I love comes to mind. "Finally Home" ("Gonna wrap my arms around my daddy's neck and tell him that I missed him...") and "I Can Only Imagine" by Mercy Me. Our home here will be lovely, and will be ours for a while, but it is so good to know that we have a home being prepared for us that is quintessential home. When I didn't think I could ever afford to buy a house, I put in an order to heaven, for a home designed by a carpenter (or master builder, depending on translations) with no parallel here on earth. (No, not even in Ikea.)
I'm thanking God for my home here on Oakdale and for all the other families whose futures here on earth will be that little bit brighter and more hopeful, but I know that whatever the situation had been, we would have been given the strength to survive it. Why? Because the Bible says that God does not test us more than we are capable of withstanding. And there is always someone waiting, watching, longing for his children to find the way into his arms for a hug and a homecoming at the end of their days.