One year. It has been one year since God said "yes" to a prayer I had for six years: to move closer to family. Wow. A year ago (yesterday) we were
closing on our house and Andy was finishing up his drive here. My child and I had already
arrived and spent our time playing and trying to prepare for life to change, completely. We were busy cleaning the house and preparing for our stuff to arrive, watching the answer to prayer unfold. It was exciting, nerve racking, and a time filled with an array of emotions. I was happy to be back here, but neither of us knew what lied ahead. We had to find a church home, had to find our place here, had to find our fit, apart from family. Andy would be working from home, we discussed my returning to work part time. There were a lot of unknowns, but we did know one thing: God as the one who orchestarted it all.
Here we are, a year later. In the same house, falling into the routine of life, and settling in. We have a church home and an incredible small group as a result. We are still in the process of setting roots here and really connecting with others. I am back in a gym, part time, working as a personal trainer, and our AdvoCare business has seen an increase (still have a lot of work to do there however). We have figured out how to make working at home work for Andy, and our child is now going to a wonderful PDO program two days a week. Holidays no longer involve traveling, and we see our child developing tight bonds with her Papa and Mamo, cousins, aunt and uncle. Talk about a gift.
I look back over the past year and see the hand of God in every moment. Andy and I are still growing individually, and as a married couple. Sometimes we do it well, sometimes, well, prayer is welcome. Our child is growing and developing into an extraordinary young girl. We spend time with family as often as we like, and have been blessed with friendships outside of that family. We do not yet have the connections we did in Nashville, but I have to remind myself that those took time too. We are finding our groove and figuring out what works for us. I remember the prayers asking God to open the doors needed in order for us to move, I remember the shout of joy my niece let out when I told her we would be selling our house in order to move here. I remember unloading our stuff into this house, our new dwelling.
At a time when so many people told us it probably would not happen, that the market was crashing, everyone was scared and that it would probably take a long time, we prayed and believed God would answer. And He did. I asked him to show himself off, and he did. It took three months to sell our house, and one day to find the house we are in now. Everything fit into place, perfectly. Yes, we miss our Tennessee friends and church family quite a bit, in fact, more than we ever actually voice. But here I sit, a year later, marveling in how God answered our prayer. Am I thankful? Oh yes, very. It is not just about the move though, it is that God allowed me to see him work, to answer our prayer and to take care of every little detail. It is that he cares enough about us, loves us to eternity and brought us here. It is God's goodness and mercy I am most thankful for, and the evidence of his care for us I see manifested in our family every single day.