We are moving. Where? That's a good question. One most people would have an answer for. Not us. Why you ask (of course you are asking... I would be)? Good question. We are up for adventure and have the opportunity to move so we are choosing to. It's a choice I needed reminded of that today as we signed the closing papers. We believe God is positioning us for the next chapter. But I had a difficult time signing papers today. Gentle tears flowed down my cheeks as I thought of our boys' playing in their tree house, visualizing our aging neighbors watching our boys sledding down the winter hills, or thinking how I would miss the piece of wood covered as the growth chart for our boys. I would probably miss these things regardless. Today was just sad for me recalling these memories and facing the unknown. Where is God is all of this? Right beside me. He will never leave me. I know that. Although, I probably quieted Him through my tears. I have been fighting a reluctant heart unwilling to trust Him. Really. That stinks. I think I'm so "super-Christian and all" at times, and then when I'm afraid or I don't want to try what do I do I whine. Within me lives an ungrateful Israelite, the Lord is dying to get His hands on. Really more so He can love me in those places then anything. Those places where I have chose not to trust Him. Life really comes down to a choice. My husband and I choose to sell our house today, and I choose to trust God will take good care of us right till the end...through tears and all!
(This is a former blog entry. But FYI, God had somewhere really great planned out for us. It's really boils down to a matter of TRUST!)