We had a wonderful weekend away. Well, aside from a few typical married-couple pointless argruments and an over tired baby who wouldn’t sleep until the wrong times. We enjoyed the mountains very much. We were lucky enough to spend the weekend in a big house high on a mountain with a beautiful bright green golf-course in our back yard that overlooked the blue mountains. There were no need for pictures in this house, the huge windows that showed the live beauty outside was stunning.
We watched pink sunsets and made a fire at night. We ate at the Mountain House every day we were there (the best home made cooking and breakfast all day there is in town). We watched the golfers and walked down town Boone with Savannah in the Mei Tai back carry-style (which, she loved, as did I). We visited our beloved old campus that’s filled with memories and played frisbee in the field. Where, Savannah quickly stole the frisbee from the ground and learned to entertain us with her new talent of peek-a-boo! We delighted in our surroundings and we didn’t want to leave.
Which, in turn has got us thinking. Should we move back? All day yesterday, I have this heavy feeling on my heart and the thought “You’re going to graduate from ASU” kept going through my head. Usually, when I get these gut feelings, they do happen. Usually, they seem impossible, like this one, but it happens. To me, this is God telling me something, telling me a bit of His plan that either I can trust in or turn away in disbelief. I never said anything to Mark about this feeling, and then out of no where he says, “Ok, I’ve been thinking and I think we should research about what it would take to transfer and move back. Not saying we are going, but it’s worth looking into.”
I got excited about the thought of even thinking about moving back. I thought about the mountains we love, the beauty, the freedom we feel when we are there. The friends that support us from afar that would be close again. The good food, the cheaper living. The college campus we love and brought us love. Just being there makes me feel closer to God simply because I treasure the beauty of the earth He created for us. It’s so much more obvious there, it’s hard to find that in the city.
So, what’s the problem, right? Just pick up and move. It’s not that simple. In fact, it’s completely illogical. From the “plan” Mark and I have for our lives, there is no future for us in that small town. His major is in accounting. What job is there for him there? What about when he graduates and his current internship offers him a full time, well paid job here in the city? I’m now a year behind him, if not more, what am I to do when he’s graduated and gets a good job offer, do I transfer AGAIN? What about child care? What about a decent part-time job to help us during the school year? See, it’s just not logical.
But still, there is this feeling of being called to something greater than we are. A feeling that though it does not make sense, we should step out in faith. A feeling that God is calling us to a plan we do not know of yet. I’m learning we can’t put God in a box, He knows no bounds, He knows everything. We do not. I’m also learning (for the millionth time) to truly lay everything at His feet and seek His desire for our live, His guidance, and not our own. It’s funny how struggles, troubles, stresses, etc. can bring you closer. I just wish it’d stay this way! I wish I didn’t have to be retaught this lesson every few months because I don’t continue to seek God when the times are good.
So, we’ll see where this goes and I ask that you guys could pray for us as we make this huge decision for our lives.
