Several months ago, last Fall actually, at bi-monthly ME Time (mom Bible study group) meeting, our wise study leader said (and I'm paraphrasing here) God may not be answering a prayer request, but each moment spent praying is time spent with God. And, God wants us to spend time with Him. So. Keep praying, even if it feels in vain. A struggle in prayer is quality time with your Lord. And time with your Lord is better than any answer to a request you may bring Him.
And wow, was she right. I had given up on a specific prayer request, not certain that I should even be asking for it to be granted. But last Fall I began asking again, and trying to spend longer time quiet and still.
And I fell in love with Squirm's preschool. And I so enjoyed talking to my violin teacher after class. And I reminded myself of how lovely the sea breeze felt. And I had a long coffee date with a dear friend I don't get to spend much time with. And R and I talked about how large lots can be just south of where we lived, and that the kids would have so much more room to run outside there. I was given a contentedness that I had not known in the 8 1/2 years we had lived in central Florida. And I know the Source, the Reason, was not that my circumstances had changed.
So in April when R was offered a job in northern Alabama, it didn't seem like that big of a deal. Oh, okay, we're going to move. God did give us an answer, He has allowed us to be closer to family and provided what so far seems like a great career opportunity for R. But He also showed me the answer wasn't important compared to time with Him.
We've been in our new city less than a week but I'm happy to report that I love it. We've been brought pound cake by two different people; on our first walk in the neighborhood Monday morning a person in a car waved at me first; R has an office with a window with a nice view; and we've been visited so far by both sets of our parents, 1 first cousin, 2 second cousins, 1 friend from R's childhood, 1 college roommate, 1 sister, and 1 grandparent. Also Squirms keeps telling me how tall the trees are here.
I have no idea where our camera is, so I have no pictures to share.
Excuse me while I go eat another slice of pound cake.
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