Relocating. It’s the story of my life these days. I want to write some memoirs of my experiences for my own benefit and maybe for the benefit of other ladies who find themselves leaving one place for another. We are all different, so the experience of relocating will vary from person to person. I’d love to hear from any of you who have been there, done that. And I’d really love to hear from any of you who are right smack in the middle of a relocation.
I have sat down to write about this move from Maryland to Ohio so many times and don’t know where to begin. Do I start with the time Jason came home from work and showed me what would end up being a life-altering email from Dave Harvey about Jason’s potential future? Do I start with the conversation with my parents at Red Lobster when my mom sat beside my dad, brave but pale faced as they told us we were beginning the process of sending Jason out from Chesapeake to serve in another location? Do I go all of the way back to the moment I believe God placed in my twelve-year-old heart faint echoes of “Here am I, Send me.”?
I don’t know where to start, but I do know that the theme of any post I write giving the low down on relocating is that through the excitement and the fears, through the lessons and the losses, through the victories and the defeats, God has been so faithful. I marvel when I consider His faithfulness, patience, grace, mercy and compassion through this experience. He has sent us, and in the process, He is revealing Himself to us in a way that I will never capture in a blog post. But somehow, I really do want to try.