Davey Crockett's Law

O.K., the title is suppose to be a stupid play on words between Murphy's law and our pending move to San Antonio (didn't want y'all hurting your brain wondering how this blog had anything to do with Davey Crockett). It's not that everything is going wrong (if that was the case, we would abandon the move for fear of going against God's will), it's just that things aren't going the way I planned. As a matter a fact, things are falling into place better than anticipated. We had a tax return that was much better than I could've hoped for and we get to expect a tax rebate a little bit later thanks to the president's stimulous plan. So, money has fallen well into place. We are awaiting approval on an application for a wonderful appartment that we've found down there. If that were to fall through, we would at least have a place to stay with my cousin. So, housing seems to be falling well into place. I have a job lined up for me to start at the Monday after we arrive. So, income is already starting to fall into place.

What's bugging me is me! I think I have allowed myself to become stress incarnate. We've found a wonderful appartment but they almost denied us because of something on our credit report. We should be able to provide the necessary documents to go forward with an approval but it STRESSES ME OUT! I was doing a tune up on the car and truck and found a broken sway bar link and discovered the car's hitch is junk. Luckily, I actually had the $200 for those extra things but spending unexpected money STRESSES ME OUT! We have started our marathon of friend and family visitations but everyone in our house is sick! Thankfully, we're getting sick now instead of while we drive for three days straight but visiting friends and family and knowing you might accidentally get them sick STRESSES ME OUT!

Tiffany and I have tried to be as open and honest about our stress as possible for the last several months. Unfortunately, we have used San Antonio as the antidote. "It'll be so much easier in Texas." "We won't be so stressed out once we're in Texas." "I just can't wait 'till we're in Texas." Hearing quotes like that might lead one to believe that we are running from our troubles. That is not so much the case as we are misidentifying the source of our stress. We are the source, not Michigan. I don't have enough time to go into all of that. I have come to the resolve that I do not want to wait for San Antonio to cure me of our stress. If I do, it'll be a real long drive to Texas. I want to (excuse the corney cleche') "let go and let God."

Remember The Alamo

Remember the Alamo? I barely remember visiting the Alamo with my parents during a trip we made to Texas back when I was in high school. I shall soon re-visit the Alamo in the next few months. In case you do not know (which is unlikely-we've been telling everyone including complete strangers), we are moving to San Antonio. This move has been long prayed over, long talked about and long planned. The inspiration to move (specifically to San Antonio) came to Tiffany and I eight months ago in our own personal thoughts and prayers without any prior prompting to one another in the very same week. One of us said to the other, "I wonder how Brain and Natalie (my cousin and his wife that live in San Antonio) are doing?" We were floored that we had been thinking the same thing at the same time. We took this as our first of many confirmations that led us to the decision to dramatically change the course of our life.

Since Tiffany first got married, I've known that we were going to try living somewhere in warmer climates. When she was only 12 years old, Tiffany was hit by a car while trick-or-treating. God blessed her with a miraculous recovery but the bitter cold winters of Michigan still cause her legs great pain on an annual basis. My career as a carpenter and the slumping housing market in Michigan have been another motivator. Since Tiffany quit working since have our second of three children, I have given much thought to my career future. I am in desperate need to either be able to advance in the ranks of a growing company or venture out on my own as a business owner/sub-contractor. Not that the company I work for has not taken care of me or been able to provide 40 hours, but I know that those prospects are not to be found in Michigan.

I believe God helps direct our lives by working in our hearts. I believe He placed this inspiration on our hearts harmoniously. We have been careful to have a submissive heart to Him by praying for His intervention if we are heading in the wrong direction. We have set the date of March 10 for pulling out of Lansing and we do so with great peace and excitement for a new future. For all of you that we love and WILL miss, it is a bitter sweet goodbye.