For me...

A year ago I said out loud that I would like to move. I’ve been commuting 40 minutes to work and 75+ home for EIGHTEEN YEARS. I’ve never in my life spoken up for what I wanted. Never KNOWN what I wanted. Then a year ago I said out loud that I would like to move. My desire immediately took on life. My kids connected to it. We started to hunt. Surely, God would hear my first gentle wish and let me have it easily? It took a year. Agony. Ups and downs. I felt an unfamiliar surge of hope a hundred times. I gave up a hundred times. Wanting something. Everyone KNOWING I wanted something was excruciating. Like standing on a stage in the spotlight when what I know is sitting in the back row in the dark. We decided to give up at the end of the month and then it all fell into place. Someone LOVED our home and wanted it. We found the best home we had looked at in the whole year. And it all worked out. My kids heard what I wanted and worked for it. Tina heard what I wanted and gave up everything for me. For me...