The Decision

The decision to move was not an easy one. We moved for the same reason most people do it -- for a job.

My wife wanted a new job. Her current job was good but not great. She was not using all of her God-given talents. The problem was there were no other opportunities for her near where we lived. We would have to move. The only question was how far. 

We decided to see if God wanted her to take another job. If she did not receive any offers, then we knew we were where God wanted us to be. 

My wife started a job search. She interviewed at two places. Of course, she was offered the job that was the farthest away from our current home. We had to make a decision.

To complicate matter was we would be moving away from our families. I had moved to another state after college for a job. My wife joined me when we got married. After 5 years, we came back to our home state. We settled into a town about forty-five minutes from both our families. We had a good life. We had good jobs. We had a great house. Our church was an amazing. The schools were good. Did we really want to take our two small children away from their extended family? 

So we prayed. My go to prayer for making big decisions goes something like this:

“God, open the door or close door, but please don’t leave it partially open. You know I’m not that smart. Please make it obvious.”

After many discussions, prayers, and some tears we decided that God wanted us in the new place. It was not an easy decision. We were about to go on an adventure. But before we did, I had to deal with my job. Would it be possible for me to work remotely or would I be looking for another job once we moved?

We were about to find out.