Of Moving Trucks and Snowy Days
As I watch my children grow over each Christmas season one thing has remained constant. Their desire for the day to arrive. Most days when I wake up and greet them I am asked "How many more days Mom?" It shows how the excitement builds within them till they can't contain it.
This is exactly how I felt in regards to our family's big move. Each day I would call on the Lord and ask "How many more days?" It was a time of learning to trust in His perfect plan. Around Thanksgiving my husband found out he'd gotten a job in Spokane. Naturally, this led to the renting a home, moving truck and setting a plan into motion.
Many cardboard boxes and dismantled pieces of furniture later we were getting ready to be on the road. I can't begin to describe what a peace filled journey it was. Each day the Lord would instruct me on what to do so I wasn't pent up with stress or worry. I JUST knew the Lord was controlling it. Our family pulled together in harmony to get the job done. Even the kids knew what they needed to do and when they needed to do it.
Our time in Redding closed,and we enjoyed the most epic of road trips to finally arrive in Eastern Washington.
Pulling up to our dark home it was quickly filled with lights and bodies as people that we had never met before descended to help us move in. Instead of a night unpacking as I expected I watched person after person fly by me with items. We were done in under an hour. What a blessing! Over the next few days God provided graciously again and again. The most epic was a call my husband received in regards to a more desirable job. A mere three days before he was to start he was hired for an even better company than the one he had hoped to work for. We had stepped out in faith and God provided abundantly more than we had expected.
Since arriving we have been savoring time in our new home and the entire family has been learning what life is like with heavy snow storms. For me it means being parked in front of the window with a cup of tea but,
for the kids it means snow suits and hours sledding. I look forward to what the Lord will show us in 2018 and the growth we will experience in this next phase of our journey.
This is exactly how I felt in regards to our family's big move. Each day I would call on the Lord and ask "How many more days?" It was a time of learning to trust in His perfect plan. Around Thanksgiving my husband found out he'd gotten a job in Spokane. Naturally, this led to the renting a home, moving truck and setting a plan into motion.
Our time in Redding closed,and we enjoyed the most epic of road trips to finally arrive in Eastern Washington.
Pulling up to our dark home it was quickly filled with lights and bodies as people that we had never met before descended to help us move in. Instead of a night unpacking as I expected I watched person after person fly by me with items. We were done in under an hour. What a blessing! Over the next few days God provided graciously again and again. The most epic was a call my husband received in regards to a more desirable job. A mere three days before he was to start he was hired for an even better company than the one he had hoped to work for. We had stepped out in faith and God provided abundantly more than we had expected.
Since arriving we have been savoring time in our new home and the entire family has been learning what life is like with heavy snow storms. For me it means being parked in front of the window with a cup of tea but,for the kids it means snow suits and hours sledding. I look forward to what the Lord will show us in 2018 and the growth we will experience in this next phase of our journey.
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