The day of the move is hurtling toward me like you would not believe. Just last week I thought I would be here in the beautiful Outer Banks until mid-month or later. Then I get a text from the hubs that the 8th is confirmed! Excuse me while I experience a brief bout of hysterical laughter.
And it isn’t because there is stress or fear or anything like that in the slightest. I’m excited that the Lord has seen fit to bless us with the shortened time frame. I’m laughing because yet again I see how He wants to bless us when we don’t shy away from risks and change. And speaking as an introvert, that’s saying a lot!
The hubs and I have moved 6 times in the last 7 years, and it hasn’t always been easy nor at the same time. Most often he goes out first and then lays the groundwork for myself and the dogs to follow. That allows me to have a soft landing, if you think about it. The last two moves have been a little more complicated but only because of the fact he’s in one state and I’m in another with, sometimes, an entire country between.
And each move has a slightly different challenge for us both.
Another opportunity for growth.
Another bit of proof that He can be trusted in all things, and all we need to do is our due diligence. Prayer. Action. Investment of time. Whatever. Of course I’m a little nervous as to what my challenge will be in our new home, but I’m certain it will be EPIC.
Or maybe just a little cool. That’s okay too.