Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t even know what to say?
So much has happened in the last almost 2 months.
So many emotions.
Excitement. Fear. Anger. Pain. Confusion. Doubt. Faith. Hope. Lack of Hope.
One thing was consistent.
My husband and I had given our lives to God years ago and this whole trip was no different. We were following Him. Our lives and all that entails are His. So with all those emotions we knew one thing.
He was in control.
Hands lifted in the air we praised Him, sometimes excited and other times crying out in confusion.
When we left Idaho and headed to Tennessee we never would have thought that we wouldn’t have stayed in Tennessee and instead we would travel to Louisiana and then stay one month in Texas. But that is exactly what we did. Once in Texas we couldn’t help but wonder if that was where God intended us to be. Even though we had researched and planned to move to TN for 5 years we were suddenly confused. More prayer ensued. Day after day we prayed.
And then my daughter and I got severely ill. As in bed ridden sick. She and I both ended up in an Emergency Clinic. It’s been almost 4 weeks for my daughter and 3 weeks for me and we are finally starting to mend.
To make a long story short, day after day we prayed about where God wanted us. We looked at homes in Texas as well as jobs and day after day we noticed that it just wasn’t fitting. The more we drove around, the more we looked at homes, the more we just didn’t like what we saw. Not that we don’t love Texas because we do. The problem wasn’t Texas, it was us. All we have been working towards for the past few years wasn’t there. The land, the animals, the lifestyle we feel led to live. Yes, you can have it there but you have to live really far out from any city where my husband could get a good paying job.
This bothered us all.
But we loved being around family. God worked so many things for His good while we were there.
That’s my husband’s grandmother, his Nanny, and some of her great grandchildren. We’re going to miss her!
My husband got to see some of his cousins he hadn’t seen in almost 10 years.
It was amazing and yet something still didn’t feel right to us.
Then one day my husband and I asked our 15 year old what she thought. (We value our children’s opinions. It’s their life too after all) She looked at us sad and said as much as she liked Texas she didn’t feel like it was our home.
And there it was.
All 3 of us in agreeance.
It was now time to go home.
During this time is when I bled heavily, scaring me half to death. After lying down the bleeding slowed and the next morning we headed to the Emergency Room.
After an IV and an ultrasound that’s when we found out I had a Subchorionic Hemorrhage. (To read more about that, refer to my previous blog post) There was a bleed in my placenta. This was not only scary but it pushed my husband and I into action. We knew it was time to go. I needed a home. My health and the baby’s depended on it.
God had once again provided a home in Tennessee and in no time I had talked to a nurse in TN and had an appointment for another ultrasound to check on the bleed.
We hurriedly packed up and were soon on the road again!
Driving through Louisiana proved to be interesting and that’s putting it mildly. Right outside of Sulfer, Louisiana one of the tires on our trailer blew. And when I say blew I mean BLEW as in my husband couldn’t get the tire unwound from the wheel. The police officers that showed up to help were in shock when they saw it. They said they had never sen anything like it. It took 3 men to get the remains of the rubber free.
The entire ordeal took 2 hours.
We did a lot of praying.
And the entire time I had a friend in TN texting me praying for us.
Right before it was all said and done, one of the police officers gave the kids each a bear!
After that mess was over we were on our way again but not without another set back. An hour or so later we ended up on a highway that got shut down from a camper being on fire. That took forever. When we finally saw the camper the entire thing was burned to the ground! O.O
Eventually we made it out of Louisiana. We stopped for the night in Alabama and the next morning we headed towards our home in TN.
What pretty signs! We were getting close!
And soon we were home…
There it was… a little house nestled peacefully on 2 acres in a cul de sac.
Praise be to Jesus!
So after all these years, it was always Tennessee. We’ve been here one week now and there are no words to describe how blessed we have been. We have the most amazing friends here. Some we only just met. When they found out that I was bleeding so many people jumped up and began helping us. Over the last week I haven’t cooked dinner once! Generous people have been bringing us dinner and even some breakfasts. We’ve had people bring us groceries, donate furniture including a glider rocker and ottoman so I could sit and still be with my kids while trying to not bleed. They’ve brought me homemade chicken soup and made me “feel better tea.” They’ve given our daughter whose birthday was on Easter, presents. Anything we’ve needed they’ve come together and supplied. They’ve come out late at night to pull our trailer and van out of mud when it got stuck.
I could go on and on…
I have never in my life met so many compassionate people.
Tennesee= The Volunteer State.
That’s proven to be true.
These people are all godly people who care about other.
We have no doubt that this is our home. No longer will I question if it’s Texas.
Tennessee is my home.
I love it already.
*Quick Update on my bleed: Today I had an ultrasound to check the bleed and we were all happy to see that it has shrunk some. We also got to see a happy little 12 week baby moving around. Glory be to God! Thank you for your prayers!!! God listens!*
Till next time…