It was different being in Lima like this. All of our friends (only 2 families) have been out of town this entire trip, which means we haven't seen anyone we know since the day we left Puerto Supe. I guess that's part of what makes this so surreal; there's no one to share it with.
The transportation company called at 7:30 am to say that our furniture had arrived and they wanted to deliver it ASAP. When we told them we wouldn't be in Pucallpa until tomorrow, they were unhappy. Tim arranged for our landlady to be at the house to receive all the stuff, although we haven't paid for it yet and don't even know how much it will cost (really, not even a ballpark figure). It works out well for us since we'll have one less step to deal with tomorrow.
When I think about Pucallpa, my thoughts go to our home. Will it be sweet? Can we make this work? I know living in Pucallpa will be about much more than that, but I guess that's all I can process right now. Unpacking from a move is one of my specialties, actually, so tomorrow should be fun. With our furniture already there, I feel fairly certain we'll be completely unpacked by bedtime.
As I think about that moment-- going to bed in an unpacked house-- I already feel a sense of gratitude toward God. I'm really not one for transition, but this one has been much smoother than I ever imagined. I feel His strength filling in my weaknesses. I'm glad.
