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Big Deep Breathe…

I have been beyond overwhelmed. I have been a working, single mom during baseball, soccer and TaVaci season. I have been keeping the house “show ready” every single day since February 1. I have been pulling both the mom and dad duty while Marcus is in Morgantown for his 3 week on, one week home schedule. I know people do it all the time, but I hate every minute of it. Nights after the kids are in bed, used to be one of my favorite times of the day…house is quiet, can catch up on Dancing with the Stars and Deadliest Catch snuggling on the couch…. Now the house is entirely too quiet after bedtime…. I miss my husband.

I have also been praying every single day that our home would sell so we could once again be together as a family.  The kids ask for the same thing each night in their prayers. I love their sweet innocence and sincerity… Their simple faith. They believe that you get what you ask for. I seem to have a more guarded faith. I know that my idea of what would be best for our family may not be in His plan for us.

When we were first offered the job in West Virginia, 1718 miles away, I was so excited….and scared to death. Are we really going across the country? Marcus had worked for this promotion for years, he deserves it. Marcus flew back to attend some meetings and I told work that we would be moving, just didn’t know when yet.

Then I panicked. Got sick to my stomach. Cried. I emailed my friend with a ‘Dear Alissa’ letter and freaked. She had moved from everyone she knew in Las Vegas to Arkansas. Why was a I so scared? Was it just because of the enormity of our decision? Was it just because it is 1718 miles away? Or was it because it was the wrong decision?

There were times that I would be calm and even excited about our new adventure….Kids are definitely young enough that the move will not affect them…(not like it does when you are a Junior in High School ;)…but then the over thinking part would sneak in. Like IF we are “supposed” to be there, then everything will go smoothly…our home will sell, we will have the “AHHH” moment at the home we are supposed to buy there… it will all be smooth sailing. But then I would think, IF we really are supposed to be there, why wouldn’t Satan put every road block imaginable in our paths to frustrate and discourage us from going? So how do you know? What is the right decision?

Dear Alissa told me that I probably already had my answer. And just because things may or may not go bumpy or smoothly, doesn’t mean it is right or wrong. Thank you Alissa, you have no idea the therapy you saved me. :)

So I knew that the move was the right thing for our family. Check.

Now getting there. Decided to build in Morgantown, mostly because we knew we still had to sell our home in Rock Springs. Our realtor, Lisa, rocked. She took us out to several homes one afternoon and drove thru the area where the new homes are going up. At the end of our appointments she asked what we liked. We liked the one on Bailey Circle and wanted to know more about the ones in the Morningside View development. She whipped out her phone and called the builder to meet us down at one he was almost finished with. We walked thru and looked at plans and just got excited…not sick ;) The next day signed the contract.

We also decided that financially we couldn’t go to Morgantown until at least school gets out. We couldn’t afford 2 places… Even if the house sold in March, and closed the end of April…school would be 6 weeks from being out and that just didn’t seem fair to pull the kids out when they are so close… Of course, that didn’t happen, but at least we had a plan. Kinda.

After having the house on the market for 4 months (which I know is a blessing in this economy) we sold it on Saturday. Insert {BIG SIGH OF RELIEF} We close on June 14. Which couldn’t be more perfect.

Marcus will be home June 2nd-ish and we leave the 3rd after the last day of school to head to Spring Creek for my SIL graduation from High School… Come home from there on the 6th and have a week to pack and load…close the following Monday.

I guess I needed to learn to have simple faith…not guarded….like Brady has. He prayed Friday night, “And please bless tomorrow that when I am open they will pass the ball to me so I can make a score”… And you know what? They did.

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