Big news here on my little blog! We are relocating… to Texas! Now, I have a lot to say about this, so get ready.
First, I have NEVER had any desire to live in Texas. I don’t even know if I’ve ever thought about visiting Texas. I am a northerner, through and through. I love winter. I LOVE fall! I know I’ll miss apple picking. I know I’ll miss the first snow and dreaming of a white Christmas. But it will be nice to be outside so much. It’s hard to have young kids in the New England winters when we’re stuck inside so much.
Second, we love where we are right now. A year ago we couldn’t wait to leave. We were desperate. We had no family here. Our friends had moved away. We wanted out. We were so disappointed when nothing opened up for us to move away. In fact, someone asked me, “Where do you want to go?” My reply? “Anywhere that isn’t here.” In the last year, though, things have changed. One of the biggest changes for us was finding a new church. We felt immediately at home. We made friends quickly, found a local “family” in our home group, and wondered why we hadn’t made the change sooner. The other change for us was moving closer to my man’s job. He was spending an hour a day in the car. We moved 0.6 miles from his office. If the weather is nice, the kids and I walk to his office. (His office is at the town park and pool.) We became part of a community, walking to the library, attending special events. Both of these changes greatly affected our way of life. For the last several months we’ve felt so at home and so happy to be here. When this job in Texas came up we knew we’d be giving up a place we had come to love.
Third, we are excited. Way up here in New England is beautiful. I love it. But there isn’t a lot to do. On cold winter days or rainy summer days, we are stuck at home. It’s okay once in a while, but this week, for instance, will be cold and rainy all week. Our options are the mall or Walmart. We will have two zoos, an aquarium, a botanical garden, a children’s museum…just to name a few. I am thrilled about the shopping and the parks!
Fourth, my man gets a raise with the new job! I know it’s not all about money, but whew! It’s expensive to live ’round these parts. The salary increase is an answer to prayer for our family. We’ve been wanting to save more for us and for the kids. Now we can.
Fifth, the job practically has my man’s name written on it. It’s marketing and recreation…the two things he loves to do most. His excitement is contagious, and I’ve definitely caught it for him.
Sixth, the tornadoes that hit Texas last week? Yeah, they went through the town we’ll be living in. The worst I’ve dealt with, nature-wise, is a blizzard and hurricane remnants. Not sure I’m ready for tornadoes or bad thunderstorms. I’m sure I’ll get used to it, though.
Seventh, I do NOT want my children to be southerners! No offense to you southerners out there. I don’t want my kids to be the ones that say, “I’ve never seen the ocean or snow.” What!? Those kids always shocked me. How could you grow up not seeing the ocean or snow? We will do what we can to keep their northern roots strong!
Am I nervous? Oh my, yes! Am I overwhelmed? Yes! Do I hate packing? A million times yes! But I’m also excited. I’m looking forward to what God has for our family in Texas. I hope we meet some great people quickly. I hope my kids adjust well. I hope Baby Girl makes a friend right away.
The next several months will be hard, exhausting, and full of a range of emotions. I am doing well so far. I know there will be days when I just cry. This is not a little move; this is a big deal. And I’m not going to pretend that we’ll just move and life will be normal right away.
I dread saying good byes. I dread packing. I dread finding a new grocery store, doctor, dentist, friends, etc. Know what, though? God is still God in Texas. I know He won’t leave us, even if we move 31 hours away from the place we currently call home.
The other night I was reading to Baby Girl from her Jesus Storybook Bible. We read the story of Jesus calming the sea. The following few sentences got my attention.
Jesus’ friends had been so afraid, they had only seen the big waves. They had forgotten that, if Jesus was with them, then they had nothing to be afraid of. Not matter how small their boat — or how big the storm.
Not that our move is a storm, but I know I will be afraid in the weeks and months to come. I’m comforted to know that Jesus knows and is with me.
So, if you’re ever in Texas, give me a call. I’d love to see a familiar face!