My family is moving to Illinois.
When my husband and I moved here (just outside Detroit), we did so because my husband wanted to pursue a Master of Divinity degree. As irony would have it, we moved to Michigan at the same time our son was being born in Thailand, so it was a pretty big weekend for our family. We set up house, Luke enrolled in classes, and I found a job as an editor.
This house and this community hold an astronomical number of memories for my family. We endured a long adoption process, we wrote a book, we brought our first child home, we experienced a difficult bed rest, we brought our second child into the world, and we finished a seminary degree. (Well, specifically Luke did, but you understand.) Furthermore, we lived our lives surrounded by friends and family that we have come to cherish.
It probably goes without saying that we’ve shed a lot of tears and prayed a lot of prayers under this roof.
And God has been unfathomably kind.
This move to Illinois would be devastating in my opinion if not for two things. 1) We are joining the staff at a great church with people whose hearts have already been knit with ours. 2) God does all things well.
If I have learned anything in my years here, it is to trust that God does what He is pleased to do–the sovereign pleasure of His perfect will–and that it is always for my good and His glory. So that when it feels like my insecurities outnumber my confidences, I can rest in the wisdom of God.
If you are inclined, please pray with us that our house would sell. We have a lot to do in a short amount of time. I’d give my savings account for Julie Andrews’ ability to snap and make things happen.
Words of wisdom: It’s cool having a lot of books until it’s time to move them.