As I mentioned a few posts ago, we are thinking about moving again.
Right now, we are renting our current home, and while we love it, it is literally 15 minutes from everywhere (it's a geographical oddity!!! -Oh Brother Where Art Thou anyone?!). We are wasting money, time, and gas by living where we live and both Shane and I are getting tired of having to drive long distances for EVERYTHING!
After my dad died, my mom quickly realized that she HAS TO move from their home. She can't afford the home on her income. Combine that with the fact that she works over 40 miles away from where she lives and the only logical thing to do was to think about moving closer to her work.
That leaves us with no reason to stay in Huntington. When we moved to this location, we didn't want to go too far because my parents were still in town. We wanted to be close to them. Now that mom is moving, we have nothing tying us there.
So, a move it is.
We have been praying for God to open doors, but we never expected it to be this mighty. We have boldly asked Him to clearly guide our paths and shut doors where they need to be shut and open doors where they need to be opened. He has done just that.
I'm not going to share the details of where we are going or what we are doing, but I am going to share with you that God certainly has had His hand in all of this. Down to the tiny details of timing and happen stance on our part, His will has been at work and we are almost feeling like our next adventure is too good to be true.
As I think about what is next in our life, I can't help but let my guard down. I can't help but start to feel like this is it. This is where we will call home for the next 10 or more years of our life. This is where our children will grow up, where our next home church will be, and where our lives will take root. It's as if God is finally saying "Well done, good and faithful servant. Here is a small part of your reward. It's time to rest. Time to let your guard down and know that I am here."
As I think about all of the heart ache we have endured over the last 3 years, I can't help but fight the tears. I think about the blessings that have come out of our pain. I can't help but think about the ways that God used Joshua's death to provide for our family. I can't help but think about how God has used my dad's sickness and death to provide our family a small light to illuminate our very darkened path. I don't for a second believe that God made Joshua or my dad die just so we could finally settle down, but I do believe that He has given us some Hope in the midst of all that darkness. He has used those situations to help us grow and now He is using them to provide for our future.
I would trade my dad and my son for anything in the world. I would rather have them here with us, but reality is that they can not be here with us. But there is Hope and a promise for a future. I am trusting that God's plan is perfect. We are trusting that He is with us and in us and around us. He is here and He is leading us.