As I write this we are traveling to our next destination during this lifetime. About six weeks ago we were told to move to Franklin, TN as fast as we could for my husbands work. My love and I decided to give it a go. Any other time when we’ve been asked to move in the past six years was followed by laughter. We were planted in a run down, deserted neighborhood. There was no possible way our house was going to sell. We got in to a new build neighborhood right before the economy crashed. The name was Edemoor. What was supposed to have been 2200 homes turned into around 50. There were dangerously deep sinkholes along the roads. A 20 foot “grand canyon” in the empty lot across from us. Drug dealers and promiscuous teenagers. Random gun shots from drunk country boys sneaking into our backwoods. Moving was just not a possibility.
He was preparing us. When we were sitting in regret He was saying “wait.”
Four years after our neighborhood was foreclosed we were bought. And the construction began. It was a completely different neighborhood. We had grown accustomed to the quiet and the open sunsets. Now our mornings began with the rumblings of cement trucks at six in the morning.
My love and I began looking around for land. We came across a house that was, funny enough, out near the beautiful Nester Smith. A gorgeous red barn and an area for my husband to have his office. It was gorgeous.
But it wasn’t part of His plan for us.
Four days later did I receive a phone call from my husband explaining the probable move. We both felt good about it and decided to at least try to list our house. With the change in status of our neighborhood there was a chance.
We worked y’all. Like crazy. I can’t tell you how many times I asked why we always make things pretty for everyone else and not ourselves. The walls got painted. The floors for treated. The landscaping got done. It was beautiful.
We listed on a Tuesday.
One week later we had an offer.
And one month later finds us on the road to our next stop.
My loves, this is only a snippet of the story. Follow us on our journey to a new land. I’m excited to fill you in on all that has lead up to this move and where He will be using these willing and fragile jars of clay.