If you didn’t hear the news yet, we are moving! Today was a tiny step towards that, after purging and cleaning the current house yesterday.
See, God took my grieving heart and gave it wheels. I wasn’t motivated to clean up after the grandkids departure—until we had the email on Monday saying Mark was awarded the new job in Kentucky. Back where he has spent about a third of his career with this company, and where the sending church is for my missionary kids, and not far from my other daughter (and grandkids), and a chunk of time closer to the others in Missouri. Also, only a few hours from the base church where we are online members. Yep! That was a shot of adrenaline.
So after working our tails off yesterday, we looked forward today. Forward towards whatever may lie ahead. Looking at all the unknowns and holding out open hands and asking God to fill them…however He desires.
Today was a long day (yesterday was too!) and although we didn’t find a place to rent, someplace to store our household belongings, or find the buyer for our house, we had so many good doors open up to help sort out the madness. I’m ok with getting all the “no’s” of God, knowing He is refining me in the process of waiting for His “yes.”
I admit I was a little disappointed when the neighborhood I fell in love with online turned out to be a disappointment in real life.
But when we turned the corner into our old neighborhood, it wasn’t nostalgia that gripped me, but hope. I’ve done this enough to know that you “can’t go back” and honestly, I don’t know a person in that neighborhood anymore, but my heart smiled at the memories of riding my bicycle down to the end of the blacktop and capturing the sunrise as it rose up over the crops of wheat, corn, or tobacco. Or taking our bikes out to the trails that cut through the city, linking the parks. Or the fun times spent walking along the waterfront.
I’m looking forward to what’s next, and however God grows me through it. Even if it doesn’t play out as I expect it. Especially if it doesn’t.