A Peace that Surpasses Understanding ...

We have moved... We have packed up everything, put it all in storage, stayed with the in-laws, slept in bunk beds ( I was on the top bunk)  for 45 days. All by choice and all with such a peace that we knew we were making the right choice. We've moved out of the hustle and bustle of an every growing, faced paced city for a very small piece of the country that lets us run further, breath deeper and watch the sunsets with more purpose. We've moved for this:

It was and is and will be a great choice for our family. We just need to unpack two more storage sheds and a million more boxes. But the kicker to all of this is that myself and my kids are heading to a small 1A school. How small  a 1A school is, I still can't fathom it, but they play 6 man football if that helps paint the picture of small.

I have spent the last week over worked, overly exhausted and truly overly cranky wondering if I missed something. Did I miss the purpose? Will this place under educate my kids and fail me as an educator who reaches for the stars on my life's mission to change the world? I dream big and at the moment I am pinning away to start and finish my master's in education in 1 year. Impossible? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely. But in that exhaustion I have forgoten how I arrived at this place that is still so foreign to me.

Then I remember where I was and where I've come from and how I have been lead to where I am. I prayed, for literally years, that God would show us where to move. That he'd show us the just right house that he's been saving just for us. That he'd show me where to raise my family and where to use my talents he's give me and here we are. I haven't missed anything. I had just forgotten who brought me here. I literally have a home that the sun rises in full view from the front and sets perfectly in the back every day. I stop each morning and watch the sun rise in the quiet of my house and thank God that his mercies are new each day. He actually gives me a glimpse of His glory and His heaven each day from my front and back door. Now if that is not exceeding my expectations than I am not sure what is. I have experienced more happiness and freedom in these last few months that I can remember in years. My stresses have started to melt. My anxiety is less and the sadness and depression from losing my mom is starting to be replaced by hope for my future and my big dreams that I once again have permission to daydream about.

I take the long home home on most days just so I can feel a like I am nestled a little more in the country than I really am. I am so thankful to be where I am, knowing that it is no mistake, even though people I know think we are completely insane. It's good. Today, while I was driving I put the same song, "God of Miracles,"  on repeat as I had over and over in the last year, just praying for a miracle, for a sign, for a change that God already had His perfect timing on. Today I listened to those words from a stance of a thankful heart, remembering how far I've come and once again, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the peace that I am experiencing is because we are living out the plan that God has set before us. Today, I remembered to be thankful once again.

Welcome Home.