I married a guy who has big ideas. Ideas that sometimes make me suck in my breath sharply and think, "Oookaay." One of these big ideas has been to build a custom house. "Excuse me? Custom? As in, design it yourself? Um, well, let's see... Remember those times that you dressed the kids yourself? Yeah..."
Well, when we moved to Spring from State College, PA, our plans to settle in this part of Houston put us incredibly close to a PCA church and reasonably close to Rich's new job. We loved this little starter house, and could never have imagined where we would be six and a half years later. We're about to more than outgrow this house, we now attend a PCA church in The Woodlands, and Rich's ingenuity, and some might say dogged persistence, have led to this dream home becoming a reality.
We now have new friends at a pretty wonderful church. And though the memories of our early church years in Texas sometimes still sting, I am humbled when I see again how negative circumstances can bring about much good. I would never have met the people that I've been so blessed to meet and call friends. Rich and I long for our family to be a part of that community 100%.
There is much to be done in the next few months, and my children ask with much frequency if they can take their toys and beds to our new house. I think they might be confusing home ownership with crashing in a hostel while hiking through Switzerland. Anyway, we have been blessed beyond anything either of us could have imagined. And then God gives us perks, if you will. He has blessed us above---and beyond.
So, to our Woodlands friends, please know how elated we are to join your neck of the woods. And I am learning, slowly, that change is good. Things that happened in 2005 have played a part in who I am today, and I wouldn't change it. Any of it.
"When God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window." Indeed. And I am currently at peace with the draft.
