God Answers

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I will never say that God doesn’t answer prayers because lately it has been so incredibly apparent in my life that He absolutely does. However, word to the wise – sometimes God gives you exactly what you ask for.

Over the past year or so, I have been praying that God lead my family and I into unchartered territories, that He guides us deeper than we could ever imagine ourselves going. I even wrote about it, publically declaring my desire for Him to take me where I cannot see and where my faith needs to be courageous and unquestioning. More recently, my husband and I have been praying like we’ve never prayed before that God show us His plan for us and what the next chapter of our lives should look like.

Well ladies and gentlemen, God has answered in a BIG way.

My husband recently accepted a job in Rogers, Arkansas and we are planning to move in mid-May.

Even as I write this, my hands get clammy and my heart begins to race. God is definitely taking us deeper than we had ever imagined and into areas of our life that we would have never planned for ourselves. If you would have asked us 4 months ago where we would be this summer, we would have never said Arkansas. Never. But this is proof that God has His plan and it is good. So we will go where we are sent and will continue to lean on the fact that God is bigger than us and place us exactly where we need to be.

I am so excited about this new adventure – words cannot express how amazed I am that God is answering our prayers in this way and that He continues to care for my family and provide for us in ways that we could never have expected. Yet, I am overwhelmed. I am saddened that we will be leaving the town that I was born and raised in and have grown to love and appreciate. I am heartbroken that we will be leaving behind our beautiful family and my friends who are so precious to me. This is where my husband and I said “I do,” where our daughter was born, where she took her first step, where we bought our first house, where we laughed, cried, and danced. Just writing this has tears gathering in my eyes. I love this place that we will be leaving. I will miss everything that it has come to mean to me.

Yet, I know this move is right. It is good. It is perfectly terrifying and perfectly timed.

This next month and a half will most likely be one of the most chaotic times of my life – I am currently preparing to take two very large and important tests in 2 weeks and I graduate May 8. While completing all those things, we will also be preparing our house to sell, attempting to sell our home, finding a house to buy, and planning a move. Again, my hands are starting to get clammy and I might be cold sweating…

This move doesn’t mean I’ll be disappearing. Rogers, Arkansas is only 8 hours away so our faces will occasionally pop back up in Kearney. And as for my posts on Her View From Home, I hope to continue them and bring you along with me while we set foot on this new journey.

In the meantime, I will continue to pray these words from Hillsong’s ‘Oceans’

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

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