My husband continues to be offered opportunities to work in other cities. There is one coming up in the fall that looks like it might be a perfect fit. Great job, great company, a city where my current employer would probably be happy for me to be located. And for the first time in a long time, I don't want to move!
I finally have a job I like, a church I love, and I have seen how important it is for M. to come home on breaks and reconnect with her friends. Do I want to dig up my roots, my kids' roots, and start over?
All my life I have chosen family over money, relationships over material things. Do I encourage my husband to move to a new city where we have wanted to live for years? A city that is suited perfectly to my current career and is closer to extended family? Or do I try to help us stay where we are comfortable, where our kids have friends, where we have put down roots?
What I do know is this -- I serve a God who is big enough that I can trust Him with every decision, knowing that He will use it to develop me and perfect me. Through my wisdom and my foolishness, God has seen me through and I trust Him for whatever comes next.
And my God has told me I need to submit to my husband. J. is no tyrant, he will not impose his will on me, he will never make a choice that will make me miserable. But he has sacrificed his career for his family for decades and it is time for him to benefit from the recognition he has gotten in his career.
Virginia awaits!
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