It seems as though every door that would lead to us staying in the states is being shut. I’m OK with that because my heart is in Nicaragua, but it’s still a little scary to see any sort of a back up plan being destroyed.
Our landlord emailed us yesterday. She’s planning to move back into the house this summer. Even if for some reason we weren’t moving to Nicaragua, we’re still moving.
Mark has applied for many, many jobs in his field here in Portland. Some in Seattle as well. He has not received a single call back.
Those two things are working together to affirm to me that we are leaving this summer. The timing we’ve been talking about is no longer a great idea, it’s real, it’s happening.
And I’m thrilled.
Instead of worrying about the details, today I’m rejoicing in the confirmation.
This is where God wants us. I’m amazed by how few “big” decisions we’re having to make now that the biggest one [you know, the one that we made to obey] has been made.
Praise you, Lord, for knowing our limitations and meeting us where we are at. For increasing our faith through closed and opened doors, and for loving us enough to make big decisions for us.