I remember the day had been long. It was July 3rd, two and a half months after first learning my husband was selected to teach at the Naval Academy. We lay in bed, quiet words passing back and forth between us. We were still waiting for Naval orders making the move official, allowing us to schedule movers and plan a move date. Since April, we had come up with enough scenarios and what ifs to fill a book. That night it felt like we stood at the dark end of a long road, with no knowledge of what would happen next or which way to go.
When you are completely at the end of yourself, in that dark place of not seeing, not knowing, what then?
Fingers intertwined, we prayed together, acknowledging that no matter what happened, we loved God and wanted His best, wanted His glory and His good in our lives. Our sleep that night was more peaceful than it had been in a long time.
The next day dawned sunny and bright, our favorite holiday, July 4th. I was in the kitchen peeling peaches to add to the homemade ice cream. My husband is the ice cream maker around here, so when I finished, I went to find him to tell him all was ready. He met my eyes over his laptop, saying, “Just got my orders! Ice cream is going to have to wait a bit.”
I literally fell to my knees in gratitude. “Yes!” I exclaimed. “Thank you, oh, thank you, God!
So, a week from tomorrow movers will come, pack our things, load them up and ship them off to the East Coast. We have been preparing in literally a million different ways, but today after church things are going to get serious. I am going to tackle the kids rooms’…and my closet. Though we don’t have to do the actual packing, we want to make sure that the things that are packed are worth moving.
It feels as though the things we are going through right now are searing something into the marrow of my bones, deep and precious things about God and His character, a clearer understanding of living by faith, trusting God moment by moment, not putting my faith and hope in scenarios I construct about my future, but like a trusting child, slipping my hand into God’s strong one, being content right there.