Back in the “hood”


Although I was SURE this day would NOT come… here we are… 40 weeks with this babe; 280 days and holding. Despite the lady at Target who boldly proclaimed that “this thing” was going to “fall right out” as I marched the isles, I’m still waddling this miraculous life uncomfortably around, apparently looking “ready” to the public eye thus eliciting all shapes and sizes of comments.

No amount of spicy food, dancing, or the running man, or intimate activities seems to be moving things along. So, I will wait upon the Lord and fight my desire to “make it happen now” and remind myself that His timing is perfect and good.

I am ready though. We’re relocated and unpacked. The house wasn’t exactly move-in ready, but we had several friends help with the cleaning and renovation and unpacking and managed to get it done in just a few days. I’ve nested into our new home with fresh paint and an electric screwdriver. Livvy was booted from the crib the day we encroached the new neighborhood and my birthing kit is prepared and I’ve got lovies and sleepers neatly laid out ready to welcome number eight.

In the meantime… We truly are enjoying being back in the “hood.” It’s not nearly as rough as our haven was on 17th St. in IA, but it’s quite the change from our homestead in the suburbs. Our sliver of the country was a needed reprieve from our ministry in CR. It was a literal breath of fresh air that the Lord used to allow us time to reflect, heal and prepare for what’s ahead. And as much as I LOVED our home, now that we are surrounded again by sirens and trains and unplanned visits… I forgot how much we thrive in the city…

Our extroverted ten year old wasted no time to scope out where the other kids live, knock on doors, and invite new friends to play. We’ve already become the yard that kids gravitate to for catch and chalk drawings and play dough creations on the porch. Dad invited one of our neighbors and his partner over for dinner, I’ve met several of the women on our street and we were invited onto the neighborhood email list. The other day Dad introduced himself to two homeless guys in the park at the end of the block that the kids had chatted with, and when one of the ladies came over to warn me about a break-in a couple months ago, I strangely felt at home.

It’s not that we didn’t know our neighbors in the last place, in fact, we just went back and visited with some last week… but there were less of them and there’s just something different about the needs and the vulnerability and the opportunity that our family is able to identify and plug into in an intercity neighborhood.

For however long we’re here, we’re excited for whatever God has and we are so thankful that He provided this space to live in and love on others as we finish up our preparations to go. One of the things that the Lord continues to teach us is that no matter where he has us or what season we find ourselves in, the people he surrounds us with is not coincidental and he means always for us to love others and be willing to invite people into our lives… because it’s right in the middle of our chaos that His glory is made known.

Published by Tiffanie Lloyd

I am a detail-oriented and energetic multi-tasker traveling at the side of my best friend, and momma to eight amazing kids. God has gifted me with creativity; I'm an entrepreneur, writer, and photographer with a passion for women's health, particularity in childbirth. I'm a Parenting and Childbirth Educator, Doula, Breastfeeding Counselor, and working toward certification as a Holistic Nutritionist. Thanks for stoping by! Be sure to check out my archives, and sign up for notifications about new posts!

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