And the fact that we are Seniors, did not help since we both have health issues and have needed to find doctors. Thankfully, we have adult children that already lived here with their families, that has helped us through it all.
We had had some work done to our home up there and all of that took time throughout this year. And finally just a couple months ago, it was sold and we could move forward with what we need to do here.
The decision to move down here did not come easy. It meant leaving what we knew best. I love my home state and never really thought I would ever move from it. Especially because now at this stage in our life, I wasn't sure how we were going to manage it.
We had thought about it for a couple of years before one day actually making the decision to follow through. Had I really thought we would do it? How would we do it?
I mean we are Seniors and don't have a lot of money. We would be leaving a lot behind. Mostly not material things but memories and loved ones, and yes-snow.
The most important thing we would leave was not a thing, but a who. In fact, several who's. And that was my three precious grandson's and their mom and dad. Would I ever see them again?
I remember the day when the final decision to move came. It came to me. And I thought I was going to have to convince my husband of it. But I didn't. He had agreed. Wow! A meeting of two minds! A rare occurrence in the 50 plus years of our marriage, I can assure you. lol.
The why of the whole situation was not so hard anymore. We needed it to happen to be able to get us down here around our adult kids because if something happened to us, we would need them. Plus they had been wanting us to move down for a long time.
And more importantly was the fact that I knew that it was God's answer to the dilemma of why we needed to come here.
The how and when though was another matter. I had pretty much come out of a bad depression the year or two before and this was a lot to struggle with.
When I grew anxious about it, my thoughts would go to the scripture in Jeremiah 29:11. For I know the thoughts I have towards you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you an expected end.
As I write this, I looked up the word 'expected." Not that I didn't know what it meant, but I wanted to see just what the dictionary said about it. And it says, one definition means: anticipated.
And in this case of selling our home and moving down here, even though it was unknown to me at the time, the how's and when's of it was anticipated. God was going to do it and he had gotten it started.
Now over a couple years later, and having actually lived down here for over a year, and being on this side of it, I can look back and I am still amazed at how God did it. Financially, and giving us all the help we needed to get it done.
Truly amazing! And why should it be. God had fulfilled his promise to us, and I should have expected it.
Oh yeah. There were times of struggling, worry, stress, exhaustion, and a few arguments thrown in...I told you about the meeting of two minds, or the lack there of...lol.
But through it all, God was and still is faithful. Our expected end has come At least of this phase. And now, we are ready to go into the next chapter, which is that with the house up there finally sold, we can find another home to purchase. And we have already started that. But even when we finally get to the point into moving into it, our expected end, hasn't quite ended yet. Not in this situation, anyway.
It won't come until we get all we brought down here that is being stored in two different places and get it moved into our new home.
Thank the Lord, we have help!
And so my message for today is, when you are struggling through your own situations in life, and don't know how they are going to end up, look to that scripture in Jeremiah that promises you that God will get you to an anticipated ending. If you truly believe and hang on to it, He will. I know because he said it and did it in my life.
Thanks for coming by today, Friends. Have a blessed day!
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