Pressing On

We have become pros at moving. Or so we like to think. Unpacking and getting everything in   it’s place was a goal for the week. We wanted to be settled before the weekend family get together and definitely before Christmas.  We have downsized with each move these past five years and especially this last one. Knowing we would have less room and storage in this new house, we sold, donated and tossed a lot before the Movers even loaded up the truck. But as each box was unpacked, I’d see one more thing that needed to be dealt with. Keep, sell, donate or toss? I had piles all over the house.  I also had a drawer for stashing stuff I just wasn’t ready to “deal” with. I can’t label it a junk drawer but that is exactly what it is. Junk I need to deal with at a later time. My goal at hand was to get everything looking just right. I had this idea in my head of what that should look like. I mean the stager at the Houston house used all of my stuff to make things look so go...

Thirty one years ago, I was a little over eight and a half months pregnant. It was our first big move as a married couple. Jim had been relocated from Southern California to Las Vegas. We had purchased a house and while we waited for the close of escrow, we stayed in a little furnished apartment that was a lot more like a hotel room just off the Vegas Strip.   I didn’t want to be there, away from family and friends and the little condo we had recently purchased. The nursery had just been completed and I was looking forward to all that I had dreamed of in that little home. But I chose to embrace the adventure and follow my husband to Nevada and make the most of it.  That was the beginning of our moving journey. Little did I know then what God would do and where He would take us in order to do it. We didn’t know God back then. But as I look back I can see His hand in every bit of it, revealing Himself to me. Protecting us, guiding us to places that we never would have g...