Remember all those times I mentioned that my husband's work translates into "we really have to be open-minded about moving at the drop of a hat" because things are constantly evolving? Well, I'm pretty sure you can guess where this is going...
How long have we known, you ask? Well, unofficially...2 days. Officially: since today.
No big deal or anything.
Honestly the project that has kept us here in Ann Arbor has gone on longer than we initially expected; we thought we'd move after only a few months of marriage but then this spring my husband was extended through the end of June. Then, halfway through June he got extended through (we thought) the end of August. Last week he discovered that his portion of the project was actually scheduled to end on August 2nd...which of course meant he wanted to find his next project either immediately or so that we could move in late August/early September when the baby is approximately a few weeks old.
Over the course of the past (almost) 10 months since we've been married I've learned huge lessons from God in letting go of control, patience, and trust in His plans for us...and I'm so thankful because it has truly allowed me to be sincerely joyful about moving at this stage in pregnancy (crazy, right?). Without God's grace I'm pretty sure I would be a 37-weeks pregnant hot mess right now. After all, packing up all your belongings and leaving the apartment you've so tediously cleaned/prepared for a new baby goes against the very fiber of any "nesting" mother's being. However, I've known this could happen so I've been forcing myself to not get too "settled" all along.
We plan to move this weekend which will put me right at 38 weeks(!) - which sounds stressful but I'm being sincere when I say that I am so very happy! It's been quite the winding road as Michael and I have constantly discerned where to go next and when over the past several months. There were a couple times we seriously thought we would be moving but God had other plans. Weird things have happened where projects have fallen through at the last minute and my husband has also turned a couple opportunities down....and we've always managed to realize (sometimes in hindsight) that these places were not where God wanted us. The biggest warning sign has usually been that something didn't feel right - which made us hesitate ever so slightly. This new project that we have accepted is different from all the rest because for the first time everything has lined up perfectly and we feel 100% at peace that this is where God is leading us.
This entire ordeal has also made me laugh because Michael and I told ourselves that if he got an offer and contract by Friday, July 19 we would still be willing to move before the baby is born...but any later and he would simply tell any new employer that he was unavailable until the end of August. Last week we were pretty convinced we'd be here in Ann Arbor for the baby's birth...but lo and behold, God revealed His plans to us at the very last possible second! On Thursday Michael came home telling me he had an interview for Saturday morning and he got the offer Saturday. God is so sneaky like that sometimes but I truly trust in His timing and that He knows what is best for us.
Obviously I've said over and over that I'm at peace, I'm excited, and explained that because I've been praying about following God this entire time I can hardly complain that I'll be moving at 38 weeks pregnant. However, packing and moving/traveling at that point in time does make me a little nervous - not because I don't trust in God, but because I am really really really hoping His plan isn't for me to go into labor on the way! So please pray for us as we get everything ready this week - and let's hope this baby comes after we arrive at our destination.
Oh! And where is this destination, you ask?
Let me introduce you to a little place in Palm Beach County, Florida that we'll soon be calling home....
Okay, okay, so we won't actually be living on a pier at the beach...but we'll be about an hour and a half north of Miami and we will live 10-20 minutes from a few beaches. But here is what our pool supposedly looks like:
All I know is that after a winter in Ann Arbor (2 for Michael!), a winter in Chicago (when Michael drove through countless snowstorms to visit me), and an entire lifetime of Midwestern winters I think I'll find it within my heart to accept one winter without snow.
“I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”
-Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters