I wish I could say that I went easily. I hadn’t. My heart walked a fence line of questioning God, wondering how bad would my life be if I didn’t obey Him?
It took several months of contemplating this one question with God. In the end, my only credit is that I said, “Okay.” Reluctantly, unenthusiastically, even fearfully, I said, “Okay, God.” It was all I could offer Him, not because I was stingy, I just didn’t have the capacity. I had dug myself into a hole and my faith was so small I wasn’t sure I had any at all. Walking (or in this case, moving) far away from everything I had known was more than I had faith for.
To recap on the last Chronicle – à la Reader’s Digest – my husband and I had always promised ourselves that when everything lined up perfectly in our lives (when does THAT ever happen?), we would sell our house and moved to the country. It had been a life-long dream for the both of us. There was even a pinky-swear I made him give me.
However, something else happened in our lives that created a sudden and deeper reason to change direction beyond the dream; the recent passing of my mother-in-law. It just wouldn’t be right for my father-in-law to be living alone after loosing his sweet wife, especially with his family (us) already living so far away as it was. My husband and I determined to have my father-in-law move in with us.
There was one major concern, however. Our house wouldn’t fit all of us. With the cost of housing on the west coast looking like a thermometer in the eternal fires of you-know-where, we found the best alternative for our family would be to move to an entirely different part of the country altogether. It made the most sense, financially and otherwise, but even more than that, and even more than “the dream,” I could feel God nudging me in more than enough ways that moving across the country was the right thing to do.
The plan was settled fairly quickly, our house remarkably sold in one day, and my father-in-law began to pack, prep and sell a lifetime of belongings to move across the country with us. As we also prepared our lives and doors began opening to expand our business into the lovely land of Tennessee, I could see the pieces of such a large move began to fall together.
There was just one tiny little road block. Me, myself and I. I have never come so close to not following God’s direction my entire life.
Now there are times when you think God wants you to do something and you question it (was that you, God?), and then there are times when you KNOW God wants you to do something unequivocally. This was, without a doubt, one of those definitive times. On that note, I’ll leave you with this one question to ponder: What do you do when you don’t want to do what the Creator of the Universe asks of you?
Hilltop Chronicles Coming Soon-
- A Mite of Faith
- Abandoned
- Logistical Nightmare
- Disappointed and Alone
- The Mystery
- Gone Forever
- Magic
Author Anne Day 