Something that you should know about me is that I am a girl who likes to put down roots. I grew up in the same home for 20 years and it felt almost like losing a family member when that house was sold and my parents moved to a smaller and more manageable condo.
Since moving to North Carolina in 2009, we have moved 5 times. It has been hard uprooting our lives each time and trying to adjust to a new and unfamiliar environment.
But God had a plan (as He always does).
This year, we moved from our cramped, 3-bedroom apartment into a spacious, comfortable home. For the first time EVER, the girls do not have to share a room. The kids have their own living space where they can watch TV, play the Xbox, and hang out with friends without having to be around us (in case you don't have teenagers, they would rather die than hang out with their parents!).
But the most beautiful part of our move is the location We are in a great neighborhood where the neighbors actually talk to each other. There are about 200 kids (okay, more 10, but most days it feels like more) on our street. We are literally across the street from one of my best friends, whose oldest daughter who is my daughter's best friend.
I have learned an important lesson. Even through the devastation and hardship of losing out dream home and moving so many times, He had a plan. He had a perfect plan. Even when I doubted Him, He was there working in our lives and orchestrating a beautiful result.