More then Enough
Change. It's not something I embrace easily. I like knowing what to expect. I take comfort in the familiar. The unknown is formidable. It scares me. My sense of adventure consists of rearranging my furniture once every five years. When my husband began feeling the Spirit's prompting to move, it was a struggle for me. I can't say I made it easy for him. I dug my heels in and pulled back hard. It wasn't exactly the picture of a submissive wife. However, it did lead to much prayer and soul searching on both our parts. My husband loves and cherishes me. He fasted and prayed, begging God to bring him to where I was if that was His will. Instead God brought me to a point of peace and submission. I have been contemplating what I want to say to a church family who has loved us for almost 23 years. How do I even begin to have the words to say as we face change together... and yet separate? It's the separate part ...