Roswell Street Baptist

Yesterday, Chris was given the opportunity to lead worship at Roswell Street Baptist Church, in Marietta.  An hour and a half from home.  This "job" was actually more or less an audition because the church is on the lookout for a new minister of music.  I was totally against this whole thing from the beginning.  First of all, I LOVE the church we attend now.  Secondly, and most importantly, Marietta is an hour and a half away from home.  Which means, if Chris got a job there, we would most likely need to move.  Away from my family.  Out of my grandma's house.  Away from everything I know.  And love.  And need. Away from all of our baby-sitters and my parents, who help me out when my kids are just too much and Chris is working long hours so we can buy groceries.  Away from my sister- my BF!  What would I do without her near me?  Ugh.  

As always, Chris did a wonderful job.  We haven't heard anything from the church yet, but he did great.  Seeing up there, I felt like he was doing what he's been called to do.  And that's so hard.  I had mixed emotions throughout the service.  We've both been praying for God's will to be done, but, honestly, I had secretly been praying for Chris to NOT get this job.  Because of all the things I just mentioned.  But yesterday, sometime during the church service, something changed. 

 Looking out the window of the van on the way home, I decided that I could, in fact, see us living there.  Yes, it would be hard.  Really hard.  On all of us, including the kids.  But somehow God softened my heart and made me more accepting of changes that may or may not be happening.  

I honestly do not think that Chris will be offered this particular job-something in my gut tells me this- but it may happen in the near future.  And I've come to realize that its okay.  God will take care of us.  He's done a pretty good job so far, after all.  I've also realized that I'm a pretty strong person, with God's help, of course!  I  COULD  handle it if God has plans for our family somewhere else.  And that feels great!  Its like a wall has gone down between God and myself.  So whatever happens, I'm good!  And I have to admit that its kind of exciting to see what will happen next. 

In lighter news, Jordan just did something hilarious.  I put him to bed and, as usual, he started playing with his toys, talking to himself, etc.  He does this most every night, and then he gets tired and goes to sleep.  Tonight he was making more noise than usual,  so I decided to see what was going on.  I opened the door to find that Jordan had somehow gotten his hands on a blue marker, colored himself, his sheets, and the wall.  I asked him where the marker was and he said "Here you go".   Too cute.  I just had to take his picture.  I sure hope that blue comes  out of his sheets!