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It’s been a year this week since I wrote the post revealing our move to Chattanooga.
After seven long months of job searching for Mr. V, I cannot tell you how relieved I was by that news.
I didn’t know we wouldn’t sell our house. That I wouldn’t move to Chattanooga until January. That I would miss my co-workers but not my job. That the intense peace I had during Mr. V’s job search would dissipate along with my faith that I would ever get to move.
There are many things I wish I could say are all better, all wrapped up. But they aren’t. We’re still, a year later, living somewhere in the in-between. Living in the wait.
Many, many days I tell God that I promise I’ve learned my lesson and could He just make it all better now?
Which is probably all the more reason to still be sitting here, hanging out, waiting.
Thank you for hanging in there with me, hoping and praying, and learning to trust a little more each day.