Faith

Where to begin?  I certainly didn't do a very good job keeping the blog updated over the past year.  There have been a lot of changes.  Some of which I hope not to help resurface, and others I wish I could replay over and over.  However, I know God has my journey all mapped out and I am blessed by every situation in some form or fashion.  Since the previous post was in June of last year, I will try to start there.

As many of you know, I quit my teaching job to move to Lindale so Charlie could be closer to work, and so I could stay home with Brooks.  It wasn't an easy decision.  We spent a lot of time praying and asking God for guidance.  After following His lead, we made the leap and moved to Lindale in September of 2014. Kylee started third grade at College Street Elementary School, and Brooks attended St. Luke's Day School on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I was incredibly thankful to be a stay at home mom.  I had big plans.  Crafts, cleaning, cooking, lunch dates with new friends, volunteering at the school...I just knew I would be so happy staying home.  Unfortunately, I didn't feel this way at all.  In fact, I was absolutely miserable.  I quit my dream job that I worked so hard to get.  I had no friends.  And trust me, nobody was going out of their way to make me feel welcome. I didn't fit the Lindale "dress code".  I guess I didn't get the memo to buy a new wardrobe, lose 75 pounds, and make another $100,000 a year.  I wasn't what Lindale wanted hanging around town.  So instead of crafting, cleaning, cooking, etc...I moped around the house, watched a little tv, and tried to make myself feel better with snacks from the pantry.  Every. Single. Day. was spent on the couch with tears pouring from my eyes.  Tears that were full of hate, jealousy, and sadness.  I had no desire to do anything.  I just knew we made the wrong decision moving to Lindale.   We chose Lindale because were heard so many good things about the school district.  Sadly, we happen to land a not so good teacher.  I felt like I was letting Kylee down by not keeping her in Rockwall ISD.  It wasn't until I began praying about the situation that I started to feel better.  In lieu of being a couch potato and feeling sorry for myself, I started praying.  I prayed constantly and about everything.  I knew He was my only saving grace.  Things are certainly different today, but it still isn't pleasant living here in this "perfect" little town.  I am able to give thanks for the many blessings God has provided us while in Lindale.  The four of us have done a lot more family activities. (Crocodile Farm, Tiger Refuge, Tyler State Park, Iron Mountain Amusement Park, small town gatherings, etc...) We have been outside enjoying each other's company more than we ever have.  (I will say, it is gorgeous out here with all the enormous, green trees.) We eat dinner at home more often. (There aren't many choices out  in the Boone Docks.) We have met several great families that we now call friends.  I give God all the Glory for keeping his promises to us.  By His helping hands, we now have the opportunity to move back to Rockwall.  Lindale just isn't for us. Moving has provided many opportunities to grow and learn, and all four of us certainly have.  Our house in Lindale is currently pending, and we have made an offer on a house in Rockwall.

Faith!  All it took was a little Faith.  I knew God had a plan for us.  I knew there was a reason we moved to Lindale.  I didn't know why and it wasn't easy, but I knew one day I would realize his path was worth trusting in.  The Lord's plan for my family is better than anything I can imagine.