Endings and Beginnings
Today I signed the closing documents for a home that I have never set foot in. My husband will sign tomorrow. We will finally be reunited as a family after two months of separation and uncertainty. When we left Texas two months ago, we had no idea whether we would ever be back again.
Texas and I have a love/hate relationship. I’ve always found this part of Texas to be kind of ugly. Just to look at, it’s not remarkable. But the people are remarkable. I’ve met many…many wonderful, kind, loving people. This area also has an active and growing homeschooling community.
But then there are the tornados and nasty hail/wind storms. While living east of Dallas three years ago, a tornado was less than a mile from our house. Just last year we had a front row seat to the tornado that hit Rowlett on the day after Christmas. We could see that monster while standing out on our front porch. Tornados terrify me. That’s always been a huge minus for me and a necessary evil.
So, here we are. Once again The Lord has reminded me that He is in control. He is asking us to grow where we are planted, just as He has before. Back in 2009, before we had our first child, I absolutely hated Texas. But we were stuck. And we grew where we were planted. Eight years later, we have six children, and are about to move into our new (to us) home on a few acres in the country. If you’d asked me eight years ago if I would have six children and still be living in Texas, I’d have said you were on drugs. God has a sense of humor.
Even now as I type this post, with two wiggly babies squawking and rolling around in their beds beside me, I am humbled and grateful. And surprised. So, here’s to endings and beginnings. The end of one dream and the beginning of another.