I’ll Go Where You Want Me to Go

When Jared approached graduation we applied to every job opening we could find. The economy continued to struggle and many of his previously graduated friends were still unemployed. We were expecting our third baby and I was scared. But we prayed–hard, and had faith in a higher plan.

We wanted to stay close to our family. College had taken us far from them and we wanted our kids to grow up close to their grandparents. But we also knew we needed a job and so as each opening became available–farther and farther from our hometowns on the west coast, we just took a deep breath and prayed we would be sent to the best place for our family.

We never expected it would be Kentucky, especially not a tiny rural town. We even had to refresh our 5th grade geography skills to find out where our new home would be. But when the job offer came, we immediately knew it was right. We had no idea WHY it was right, just that our prayers had been answered, and so we packed up our children and a U-haul, and moved 2,000 miles away.

We met a new neighbor this weekend. She grew up here, raised her family here, and her kids are raising their families here. She was amazed that we would move so far away from “home.” It was hard to explain, just that we are where we are supposed to be.

I’ll go where you want me to go . . . .

{A peek at something I’m working on}