The Call to Go
“We have to leave tomorrow,” J said.
“Okay,” I replied.
I mean… what else do you say?
But this time—
I was ready.
There was no hesitation. No fear. Just a knowing.
It felt different.
We’d already had all the conversations—the heart-to-hearts, the still moments.
We had a plan. A real one.
There was understanding. Direction. A shared hope for what’s next.
And for the first time in what felt like forever…
I saw him. Really saw him. Not just for who he thought he needed to be, but the man he was meant to be.
I was so proud of him. So excited for him.
The prayer I’d whispered night after night, soft and quiet while he slept, my hand gently resting on his back—
Please, Lord, give this man his place. His purpose. His moment. When does he get his shot?
And now… here it was.
How could I say no?
I had prayed for this. For him.
We both knew—it had to be different this time.
More intentional. More prepared.
We weren’t rushing in. We weren’t getting swept up in chaos.
This was steady. Focused.
Maybe that’s what we needed, too.
Truly?
I think we’ve got this.
When God Moves
Within 24 hours, we packed our bags, made hotel reservations, and were on our way to drop off the pups.
It was going to be a long trip—and once again, we’d be exploring a completely different part of Texas.
Totally unplanned.
Totally wild.
And honestly… absolutely nuts considering I had zero intention of doing anything like this just days ago.
But then—
Something happened.
God happened.
And when He moves, it’s undeniable.
Some things are just like that.
You know it’s Him because it couldn’t possibly be anything else.
He makes sure of it—so your only option is to stand in awe and say,
“Yes, Lord. That was You.”
Remember my “chess not checkers” line from the last post?
“It’s not checkers—it’s chess.
Every step is calculated. Strategic.
What seems small now may shift everything later.”
Well, it’s true.
In fact, it’s proven true.
Because just around the time that little ripple began to stir here in this place… things started moving.
It took seven months to extract.
Seven months of watching the tide shift.
And now, looking back, the timing couldn’t be more perfect.
And then—just like that—J writes his mission statement.
And here we are.
Life, changed in a massive way.
God is so good.
He works in mysterious, holy, perfect ways.
But it’s always His way.
Always.
A New Landscape
Day one, and we’re already watching the landscape change—even though we’re still in Texas.
It’s wild how one state can feel like five different countries.
The climate, the geography, the atmosphere—it’s all so different from one place to the next.
Honestly, I never would’ve thought this place would be for me.
But… I like it.
Maybe it’s the fact that, for once, my hair isn’t frizzy and plastered to my forehead.
Maybe it’s that the air feels breathable—what a concept!
Cool mornings, an evening breeze, and believe it or not… I reached for a light hoodie.
That alone was a welcome change.
The roads? Open.
The traffic? Peaceful.
No chaos. No frazzled moms in oversized SUVs cutting people off in school zones.
It’s bigger… yet somehow smaller.
It has everything you need—but it’s not too much.
Wide open space that doesn’t feel empty.
Could it be the best of both worlds?
Did we just find that?
We checked into a hotel for two nights and started making our rounds.
Not just soaking in the scenery—but checking off the to-do list, too.
Halfway Home
All the things.
Find a place to live. Set it up. Make it livable—but not quite home. Not yet.
This time, it’s different.
It’s not a place for all of us… not full-time, anyway.
But we’ll be there. Sometimes.
Together—sometimes.
It’s a strange kind of setup. Like sending your kid off to college, but not exactly.
It’s a little more layered than that.
Bittersweet doesn’t even begin to cover it.
To feel so proud and excited—and yet so heartbroken all at once.
The countdown is about to begin for me.
But for now, I keep my hands busy.
There are tasks to tackle. Loose ends to tie. People who need me here.
But eventually… I’ll have to go.
And he will stay.
So I stay focused.
And I pray.
It’ll be okay.
We can do this.
I can do this.
The apartment is rented.
Groceries are stocked.
The next step of the future is in motion.
It’s good.
They will be okay.
A Mother’s Hands
This little place—
It’s as homey as I can make it.
It’s clean. It smells good.
Soft towels folded just right. The smell of cinnamon and apples.
I’ve done all I can do.
Maybe all the scrubbing and fluffing is just my way of keeping my mind calm—controlling what I can control.
But still… it looks good.
And I know they’ll be happy here.
One day… we all will.
That thought brings a quiet smile to my face.
I remind myself—it’s not my timing.
It’s His.
So, G and I soaked in our last day.
We hit the pool, turned a few pages in our books, and held onto the idea that we’ll get to do this again—every time we come back.
A little vacation. A little reset.
Someday, this won’t just be part-time peace—it’ll be home.
Not just for half our family.
But for all of us.
This morning, I woke up to packing—again.
Time to go home.
A place I still love.
A place where my friends are.
It’ll be okay.
The Gift We Asked For
It’s truly a celebratory time.
As wild as it all feels… I know—we are living out a prayer.
And for that, I am deeply, humbly thankful.
I couldn’t imagine doing life any other way.
Walking this path boldly?
It’s no joke.
It’s not for the weary or the half-hearted.
Praying bold prayers is one thing—living them out is something else entirely.
It feels risky. Uncomfortable.
But that’s faith.
I trust God.
I believe He will provide. I believe He will carry me—carry us.
This is the very thing we asked for.
And I would never insult the Giver by rejecting the gift—just because the road is steep.
If I’ve prayed it… I’ll walk it.
In full faith.
In full trust.
Because He is worthy of both.
So even if these next seven months stretch me—
Even if it’s hard,
Even if it’s lonely at times—
I trust He will make a way.
He always does.
The Goodbye, Again
This life we’re walking into—it’s not flashy. It’s not polished. It’s certainly not perfect.
But it’s ours.
Hand-picked. Heaven-timed. Holy-ground kind of living.
We asked for this. We prayed for it through tears, through silence, through all the waiting.
And now that it’s here, even with all its unknowns and stretching seasons… we honor it.
Because God didn’t just hear us—He moved for us.
So we walk forward—grateful, steady, and still a little wide-eyed.
Because we know this is the gift we asked for.
And we intend to live it well.
There’s more ahead.
More lessons.
More leaps.
More stories only God could write.
And I’ll be here sharing each one, chapter by chapter.
So, stay close… the next part is coming soon.
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