You can Stop Praying for Us

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So by temperament Pastor Bart (my beloved husband) and I are quite different. His approach to life is that if you expect nothing you won't be disappointed. He always anticipates that something is going to be awful.

I, on the other hand, believe that a hopeful approach is more helpful (and more biblical, but I'm not going to say that in writing). I figure if I anticipate that something is going to be awesome, at least the anticipation stage will be fun.

So when I got offered my dream job in Virginia and he agreed to come with me, I told him that God would have something awesome for him. I said that God wouldn't call me to move across the country and then get us there and say to Bart, "Oh, sorry, forgot about you, guess you're screwed."

So we had a few late night conversations in the past few weeks about all this, me, of course, being hopeful and him, of course, expecting bad things because then he wouldn't be disappointed.

So last week we got a message saying that we would soon be getting a call from a DS in Virginia that they had an interim possibility for him. And we began to talk about what that might look like. He was thinking a two or three point charge in tiny towns without a parsonage (or, if there was one it probably wouldn't have running water). I, however, was anticipating an awesome church with a huge parsonage.

As I may have told you, I have a townhouse available to me on the campus of Patrick Henry Family Services where I will be working that all of us can live in indefinitely. SO God had already taken care of that detail regardless of whether or not Bart got a job. I had to throw that in there... you'll see why in a minute.

So, Wednesday night we got the call. It's one of the flagship churches of the district. We can't tell you exactly yet because it isn't final, but it is about an hour and 15 minutes away from where I'll be living. It's a bit bigger than the church we have now. And, by the way, it has a 4,000 sq foot, 5 bedroom 4 bathroom parsonage that is sitting empty that they would love to have us live in.

Sigh.

So I was telling my friend Dennis, who you may or may not know, the story above. I said, "Apparently, a three point charge with no parsonage is the kind of God that Bart serves. My God is a bigger church with a 5 bedroom, 4 bathroom, 4000 square foot parsonage kind of God. And then I mentioned to him, "Problem is that we will have to live apart 4-5 days a week. To which Dennis responded, "And that's the kind of God Bart serves!"

At any rate, we now not only have one, but two houses to live in without cost until July 1. We both have challenging jobs. And it appears the schools in this town that Wilson can choose from are rated higher than others we have looked at. And the town is big enough that Dominyk can probably find work.

So for 4 weeks Dominyk and I will live in the townhouse. Then Bart and Wilson will live in the big parsonage until Dominyk gets a job and then he will move in with them. And I will have a place to myself a few nights a week.

It's going to be weird... And a huge contrast to our 2,300 sq foot house that has been home to as many as 7 teens/adult children and two grandchildren and Bart and I over the last few years. (I threw in the picture above so you can see what fun we had this weekend. We are going to MISS these kids.

So you can stop praying about a job for Bart and thank God with us.

Next anticipated miracle: Selling our house for a profit.