It has been one whole, very long, year since Brad first told me he wanted to seriously consider moving to NC. We had talked about it many a time before but this time he was serious. My first thought...this is a bad idea. But, per his request, I spent a lot of time in prayer asking God to show us what He wants us to do. You know, to this day, I still don't know what God wants us to do. We basically just decided to take a leap of faith and see what happens. So it took us a couple months to get the house ready to sell, it took us four months to get an offer and it has taken another 6 months (and counting) to find a house in NC. Every day I ask myself, and God, if we are doing the right thing.
And then I look at the way He has worked things out on Brad's end. Brad's boss up here moved to NC to take over an elevator company down there. Around that same time, mom and dad went to NC. Brad's boss offered Brad a job in NC from day 1. We talked about it more than once but didn't think we should. I'm not sure what suddenly made Brad serious about going but, of course, his boss was happy to hear that he wanted to! Brad's new boss up here....not so much. He asked Brad straight up, "What can I give you to make you stay here?" Nothing. So in March, Brad went down to work for him again. They are paying for his hotel, he was able to take his work truck from here and he has already been told that hopefully within a year or two, he will be supervising a crew instead of working on the crew. That is what Brad has always wanted. So on one hand I feel like God is in this move. I'm just having a hard time trusting Him right now. I feel like time is running out!
So my next decision is go to NC and stay with mom and dad when school ends (June 11) or stay here? I think going is the best choice. The only thing that has me second guessing myself is the dogs. Mom doesn't want them in the house, I can't say I blame her. I have enjoyed not cleaning their hair while we have been in grandma's. But that doesn't mean I want them banned to the dungeon, I mean basement. I'm running out of time to decide!
Thanks for listening. =)
God would've had to have led me to drugs by now. Nerve pills I mean! (Not illegal drugs!) I don't think I could stand this "in-between/not knowing/looking/waiting phase. You are a very strong woman. I'm not a patient person! I do feel sorry for the dogs though. But.....isn't there someplace you could rent near his work that would give you your life back (sort of), you could keep the dogs AND keep looking for the right house? It would give you a better feel for the areas too. AND you would be with Brad every day.
ReplyDeleteLiz doesn't seem to want to rent, but she hasn't shared why with me. Renting is my vote (from an outsider's perspective, of course). Then when the perfect house that is in their price range comes up for sale, they're free to visit immediately and jump on it. But, she may be getting messages from God that it's not right.
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