Bars sound wonderful. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /><img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /><img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> And privacy aside, I don't care whether the kids are in or out, as long as they're on the other side. Oops, did I say that out loud?
The fears are doing surprisingly well. This latest email thing helped some, too, since I knew about it before he did (shhh don't tell), and just watched to see what he would do. Which was exactly what he should do. He forwarded it to me immediately when he saw it, and tried a bunch to call. I was in the shower, and when I called him a little later, it was the first thing he told me.
So his actions, and the (few & short but to-the-point) discussions we had just poured balm on my spirit.
As far as the move, ironically enough I had adjusted very nicely to the idea of living here for another year or two. I didn't like the thought of still being so close to
her, but the almost-worst happened, I saw her several times, and didn't drop dead. So I knew I could keep doing it & still not drop dead. And I have been doing most of my shopping down in the valley, where she seldom goes. So I was good with staying.
Thus it took a rather abrupt shift again, when I found out the bank had turned us down & moving was the next most logical option. It didn't take too long to see all the nice things about it. I can't deny that no longer being close to
her is a nice side benefit, but no longer the main reason, or even close to it.
My prayers have been kind of strange, and I'm still not sure what's up. I just fell in love with Plentywood, and everything was so nice, and so cheap, and all I had to do was put up with blizzards 7 or 8 months out of the year. Or was it 9? There were some things, like the sheriff job opening up right before I called, that could not have been coincidental.
Mom, hoping for a warmer climate, asked me a few weeks back if I was praying that if we were supposed to go somewhere besides Plentywood, that God would show us that, and I assured her I was. And I had been, all along. It wasn't until a couple days ago that I got even a gentle nudge that maybe I should at least look at OK. And as I said above, AJ had the same thought at the same time, but separately, as he prayed.
I don't automatically think that means we should just pack up and go to OK this second, but it does make me examine the idea a bit more closely.
The way I see it, we are either supposed to A) carry on and move to Plentywood as planned, B) move to OK as not planned, C) move to OK and then go to Plentywood later down the road, D) go to some as-yet unknown location, or E) stay here, but it would truly take a miracle to accomplish that. I truly would be fine with any of those options, I just wish I knew for sure which it should be.
If we end up not going to Plentywood, I can still see several reasons why we might have been supposed to have that interest now. A) Maybe we are supposed to go there in the future, B) it could have been for the benefit of some of our many friends we have told, and who have been impressed by the possibility of retiring there, C) maybe we ARE going there, and D) a thousand other reasons I haven't guessed.
Neaksis thinks Oklahoma is God's plan. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />
I'll keep praying about how to sort out the dizzying array of possibilities.
