In 2008 my husband separated from the air force. As he prepared to do
so he applied to the FAA. He looked at his options of places to go and I
remember him bringing up going to Detroit. He felt that it was a
possibly good idea. I remember being so adamantly against this idea. I
thought it was horrible and dangerous and crazy! Plus, I wanted him to
apply out west, so I could be close to my family for the first time
since he'd joined the air force. Instead, he applied to Kentucky, with
the hopes of getting a job in Cincinnati. It would've been a very easy
move since we were in Dayton at the time. He had a friend who worked in
Cincinnati and had checked out the facility and felt he had a good
chance of going there. Instead, he got Lexington. He decided right away,
that he would be applying else where in 3 years, when he was able to.
So for the next 3 years, God blessed us where we were. But where were
we?
The other night, while driving to church, my girls
and I were talking about how, on Sunday, our pastor told a story about
how his wife hadn't wanted to move out here either. It made us laugh
because, that's how I was. But his wife prayed about it and God opened
her heart, because this is where He wanted them to be. I on the other
hand did not pray about it, when my husband brought up the idea. Was it
possible that we had not been where He truly wanted us to be?
Fast
forward to 2010 and my husband began looking at job openings, to
transfer. Detroit was open and so was Boise, Idaho. I had been all about
moving back to the Boise area or to Portland ever since we had moved
away, 10 years before, unless of course my husband wanted to go
overseas. My husband applied to both. Boise for me and Detroit, because
really it was a better career choice for him. I still, very desperately
wanted to move closer to "home" and to my family, because I hardly ever
see them. However, this time, I began to pray wholeheartedly. I prayed
for God's will, above mine and my husband's, be done. I prayed that He
would bring us to the same conclusion and on to the same page. I prayed
for Him to open our hearts to whatever direction He wanted us to go in
and to soften our hearts. Lexington wasn't ready to let him go for
another year, but sometimes it takes a while to line up a transfer,
which is why my husband started looking and applying when he did. Boise
was interested in him, but they didn't want to wait that long for him.
Detroit on the other hand was more than happy to wait for his skills and
talents. In 2011, God shut the door on Boise and opened wide the door
to Detroit. Everything fell into place for us, although the house was a
last minute thing that had us a little worried.
The
interesting thing to me, when my daughters and I were talking, were some
of the details. The house we live in now was a foreclosure back in
2008, which means, the possibility stands that, we still could've had
this house. And thinking about it, if my husband had gotten a job in
Detroit back in 2008, we'd have quite a bit less debt than we do now. As
I thought about these things and how some of the things God blessed us
with when we did, eventually, come to this area, He could've blessed us
with sooner, had I had a more prayerful and open heart. Does that mean
He would've? Not necessarily. But what if God had wanted us here back
then, and instead we ended up on a detour because my heart was so closed
to His will and direction? God blessed us abundantly when we were in
Kentucky, and I'm thankful for our time there. It was just interesting
to me to think, that like the Israelites who ended up wandering the
wilderness for 40 years before entering the promised land, I too took a
detour. I took the longer road, to get to where God was trying to put
me, because of my disobedience and lack of faith and trust in God and
His plans. I shared this thought with my daughters along with the
reminder to "pray about everything!"
I can't change the
past or the choices I've made, but I'm thankful that God has touched my
heart, grown me, and changed me in the ways the He has.
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