Ok wow, where do I start with this? I guess by stating who I am right? I am Holly, eldest of six, we live in Australia, I have a strong love for my family and God and I love writing. I have started writing this because I feel I need to share this process my family and I are enduring. I call it process England. Truth is this feels like a very complicated and long process but isn't that what process's are all about? I mean, the process to set up my account on this Bloggers site is one example! It took me the whole of ten minutes just to chose my user name. All the ones I chose were taken. Now I'm either very fussy ignoring the suggestions the site gave me or I am very unimaginative.
What I am planning on writing in this blog is my everyday doings. Wow that sounds boring, right? I don't think this will be though. I will be sharing the steps forward to our goal to move to England. I am finding that Process England includes a whole lot of waiting and relying on God. I am only human and with knowing this trip is not going to be easy I want to be able to get out there and do things to contribute to it. I want to make things happen. But I think we are at a point where after we have done all we can we just need to stand with God and trust his doings. I think by doing this blog things will seem clearer and I will also enjoy writing about the experiences. Sharing them.
Process England is exiting, satisfying and thrilling as well as frustrating and emotionally draining. Lately I feel like I am crying over nothing. I think this is either my time of the month or my way of coping when things seem rough. Or a mixture of both. I am extremely blessed to have such an incredible family who always seem to find a way to make me smile even when I feel like the biggest grump. The most amazing parents who completely understand the way I feel and manage to wipe away every tear even when I feel like that isn't possible.
We had some incredible news about the job we applied for in Reading near London. We had the first interview over Skype and that seemed to go well. I was in my room attempting to Skype my friend to pass the time but after an hour of choppy conversations we gave up and I retired to my bed (which is at the moment a mattresses on the floor. I really don't mind though. It's more comfortable than it sounds) and pick at my rug until I hear my dad bid the interviewer goodbye. leaping up from my bed I run out into the room and congratulate them on a fantastic interview knowing they did amazing even though I wasn't there. Apparently I wasn't the only one impressed because last Friday we get a email inviting us back for another interview after nights and nights of praying. My first reaction, a wild suggestion; you should fly over for this interview. Have it in person. I was not the first to come up with this idea, far from it actually. But I was so thrilled (and a tad jealous) when daddy booked a flight to England for this Wednesday. Things are moving forward! Gods hand is at work. I can see that now.
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