Spring

I love spring. I actually hate winter...not winter really, just the cold that comes with it. I don't like to be cold. I would spend every minute of everyday on my couch huddled under a blanket cat napping from November until March if I could. When the weather gets cold, I want to hibernate. I think I might be part bear.

My kids were out of school this week for Spring Break. It was the coldest, grayest spring break I can remember. Then today...temperatures almost reached 70 and an awakening happened. I took 3 to the park, made a quick run to Target, and came home to continue readying our house to go on the market. Yes, we are moving. Again.

We have been going through our own personal winter for the past 15 months. My husband's business decided to close its doors, and left him freelancing in a very difficult economy. Somehow, our lights have stayed on and bellies full. I really don't know how, but for the grace of God. And I mean that. The grace of God. He has shown up in ways that I can not fathom. Food from our neighbor at just the right times. Gift cards in the mailbox from anonymous donors. A friend taking up donations from his friends so our kids would have Christmas. Amazing. God has provided for us abundantly and the kindness and generosity of His people have been humbling.

I have learned that the world will continue turning on its axis and the sun will come up if my bills are late. (My phone may ring off the hook, but that's another story.) I have also learned that a gift card to Publix, or Target, or Wal-mart can mean a whole lot to someone...so can an economy pack of macaroni and cheese. And I have been reminded that despite my circumstances, God is in control and He will never change. I want to be in control. I like to be in control. I was stripped of this and forced to depend on God's provision and goodness. And He showed up when I needed it most. Now its time for me to trust again.

God has provided a job for Billy in Nashville. I moved back to Birmingham kicking and screaming 20 months ago. I didn't want to be here. Over the past 20 months we have been loved well by everyone here. We have become a part of a community. We are active in church. We love our kid's schools. We are close to my family. We have good friends. Despite what my header on this blog says, I want to stay here. (to be continued)