on the move

A few months ago we drove to Jackson, Mississippi from Niceville, FL for a 36 hour weekend...just to get some kind of lay of the foreign land God seemed to be leading us to. We stopped at this house that morning simply because there was a sale sign, and Sofie looked so cute by the fence, I snapped her picture.  

Somehow, only 2 months and thousands of miles later, and literally after looking at hundreds of homes online and with our awesome realtor-we’ve-never-met in a 30 mile radius of Wesley Biblical Seminary, we are closing Friday.

We are closing on THIS home, the first one we saw (and by saw, I mean we peeked in the front window and left.) I’ve been in the front row these weeks of my life, but somehow I still don’t know how in the world we got here. Never would have thought we’d be buying our first home ever in Mississippi, or that we’d never of stepped inside. Never would have thought we’d be in Atlanta right now, or in America, or in a pandemic, or with WBS, or so far from home...home....and home.

Matt leaves tomorrow to return to Florida to pick up our boxes from Haiti—that we were told would take months to get—and it will be no small thing for the kids to reunite with their stuffed animals or books or pictures, for us to drink our morning coffee in the mugs God has poured us through for years and years on end. 

I don’t know what in the world we are doing, or how we got here. But Sofie will look cute here again on Friday, and someday we’ll call these new bricks home, and until then, I know....I KNOW we didn’t get here on our own, not on our own understanding or in our own way or in our own time.

There is some peace in that. I might not see it yet or feel it in the least, but He must, He must have some crazy good plans, because somehow He has carried us back to this porch. And if He knew, if He makes ways, if He is doing all the work, then we are just. going. to. hang. on. and be as faithful as we can muster-seed.

It had been the most stretching two months of our lives.

We trust Him.