2004 – Broussard, LA ( Moving to Palos Verdes, CA)
We loaded up the old Mazda truck with boxes and suitcases. Somehow this was becoming a familiar and comforting routine. Even though the action of moving was tiring, it always represented hope that our circumstances were changing. By this time in our lives we were feeling the sting of control and the beauty of blessing. It was an awkward combination. The control was draining the life out of us, yet the blessings seemed to hold fresh, new hope.
We searched the duplex to make sure things were in order. We didn’t have room to take any of our furniture or housewares with us, so they were going to sit dormant for the next six months. At one point it was suggested that I allow some of the other staff members live in our furnished home while we were gone. As much as I wanted to be a giving woman, I just couldn’t bring myself to agree that it was a good idea. Six months of someone else sleeping in our bed, using our sofa, and the list went on and on. So, I declined the “suggestion”. However, we did agree that our home and the majority of our belongings could be used to house guest speakers and family members of the pastoral staff. That seemed like a good enough compromise and something that could keep everyone happy.
As we drove away I found a note tucked into my purse from a dear friend. A note containing a prayer that the next season of going to school in California would open doors to our dreams and equip us for the future. I stared at the handwritten letter and silently hoped that God would make a way for Barry and I to dream again. After two years of working around the clock to make Master’s Commission a success we were slowly dying and we desperately needed a time of refreshing. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine Barry lifted up a prayer asking God to do a work in our lives. We were alone, headed to a new state and a new church. We weren’t sure what to expect, but we felt the odds were stacked in our favor. A new day was dawning and it was exciting. But, in all reality, the heartache and confusion was just beginning.