God works in mysterious ways. Our first few weeks in London have been hard. Not natural disaster hard or $4 gallon of gas hard, just nothing feels/smells/tastes like home hard. We have both had points when we question everything about this adventure. And just when we find ourselves questioning the most, God, in his infinite wisdom, sends a sign that everything is going to be ok. We can make it in this foreign land and He will provide everything that we need.
Still small voice or smooth salty peanut butter. It is all from the Lord, baby. We were worried we would have to live on some organic-y, oil at the top, non-Americanized peanut butter for a few years. But the Lord provides.
(Note: Andrea would have felt more of the Holy Spirit in JIF, but these are not the days to be picky.)