Moving here four years ago, I was convinced it was God's intent and direction that I move. I still stand by those words. Pardon my slight detour but I have seen quite the discussion lately about God speaking to us. I have never heard God's audible voice, BUT have known God to speak to me in other ways quite often. Perhaps if we couched our comments with a more appropriate "nudging of the Holy Spirit", it would not create so much controversy. I fail to see the difference--for after all is not the Holy Spirit part of the divine Triune Godhead? Sorry--I will leave this pig trail and get back to the subject.
The move here has allowed me time to lick my wounds--deal with my grief--and come to peace with the place I found myself in life. I have spent a great deal of time mulling--contemplating--learning who I am and have also been rewarded with a deeper understanding of the more important--Who God is. I have not been disappointed with my findings. It has been a rewarding time of great personal growth and a deeper understanding of how I fit in to the grand scheme of the universe. God has richly used this time away.
As an added bonus, I have been close--physically and emotionally to my family. I have a bond with the four littlest grands that has come from being involved in their day to day lives. Having moved just after the third was born, I have had the joy of assisting in getting them through those busy baby years. The baby is now 2 1/2---the brothers are 8, 6, and 4. They do not need me in the intense manner they did when they were infants and toddlers. Well on their way to independence, their mom and dad have it all under control.
The road back to Ruston has been paved with the renewal of life long friendships in the past few months. In June, I purposefully went back to Ruston for an extended month long visit with the express purpose of deciding where I needed to spend the remaining years. I was not there a week before it was crystal clear what had been missing in my life. The fellowship and community I had experienced most of my life in Ruston was quickly re-established. I love my family--but they all have lives of their own and are not responsible for my happiness. It is up to me--to determine where my life will be the fullest and I will be most effective in ministry opportunities. Ruston is the clear choice.
There is not one disparaging thing I can say about Fort Worth. I have met some really lovely friends here. It is a grand city and I have loved having the opportunity to experience living in the city. Perhaps you cannot teach an old dog new tricks--but I am obviously a small town girl homesick for the small town life enjoyed for 64 years. The decision was made and the wheels put into motion to move back to Louisiana by the mid point of my June stay.
The story of the buying and selling of homes will come tomorrow. Let me give you a little tease---it has God written all over it! For now--I am down to a less than a month and I will once again officially be a Louisianian. I am looking forward with great anticipation to what God has in store for me in Ruston!
By wisdom a house is built, And by understanding it is established; And by knowledge the rooms are filled With all precious and pleasant riches.