When my husband first spoke to me about the possibility of us moving to Florida, he was scared. He was really excited about the opportunity but was expecting me to respond swiftly and succinctly with a flat out “no!” “absolutely not!” and that that would be the beginning and the end of the discussion. But to his surprise, and relief, that is not how I reacted. Instead I sat there in absolute shock repeating the words, “you’re kidding? They want us to move there? Why? You’re kidding? Really?” etc. And as the reality of his words settled more in my mind it was as if all of the fragmented pieces of our life suddenly fell into place. All of the study, the change in direction, the change of the change in direction, the places and people we were led to, the heart ache and the tears when doors seemed to slam in our face; were slowly making sense. It was God’s providence.
“A man’s steps are determined by the Lord, so how can anyone understand his own way?”
As I began to look back at the path our life had led, I could see all those difficult moments. The moment when we had to leave a church, the moment when my husband, after four years of seminary training, came to the belief that God was not calling him into the ministry, and many other life altering decisions that we have made. I could see now that in those difficult moments God was in control, and has always been in control. He had been, even in those difficult times, especially in those difficult times, directing our path and continued to do so. This opportunity to move continents, while a daunting prospect without a doubt, especially with a young family, was also exciting because it was the direction that God was leading us.