Moving to Wythall

We move to Wythall in two weeks. Wythall sounds like saying whistle while holding your tongue. It is one of those commuter villages that has easy access to a major motorway. It is not as colorful as where we live now, in Shirley. At least it doesn't appear to be on the surface. There is a nice fish and chips shop and a lovely footpath that has beckoned to me for a while as I drive past. But here in Shirley, we have all kinds of neighbors, all ethnicities. We have a smallish Tesco at the end of our street which is very handy. There is a lively high street area with a park that always has families strolling around. We have lived here in Shirley longer than we have lived anywhere in the past three and a half years. We know our neighbors well enough to borrow things. Our next door neighbor - Mrs. Shirley- is a sweet funny widow who doesn't hesitate to tap on our door to have one of us open jars for her. I love that.
I prayed for a big wonky house. That is exactly what God has given us. Funny little rooms, not too run down, but not posh either. We will fill all six bedrooms immediately - with our family and three Betel guys. Pete and Bryan are like excited little boys on Christmas eve, waiting to move in. They keep popping their heads in my office at the center and asking questions. I hope we will all keep unity as our goal. I pray that we will be stretched and learn to form a family unit together. Please pray for us.