I love seasons.
It wasn’t always so.
Before we started gardening and raising chickens, winter served no purpose to me. Why couldn’t it just be spring or fall all year?
As we began working with animals and the earth, I realized that there is a great need for a season of rest. Rest for the birds as they take a break from laying, rest for the earth, and rest for us. There are seasons of sowing, seasons of growth, and seasons of reaping.
This summer will mark five years that we have been in North Carolina. When we first moved into our apartment, we dreamed of having a yard and chickens and a garden. Chris even planted a garden behind our apartment. It was fruitless in the literal sense, but the practice and principle watered our souls’ desires for more. I remember talking about how we believed it would be five or ten years before we’d be able to move and have enough space for a garden and livestock. It was so far-fetched to us in that season.
After two years in the apartment, we discovered this farmhouse through a friend at our local farmer’s market. Pinching ourselves all the way, we moved into this 1930s home surrounded by nothing but fields and big skies.
Fighting the temptation to see our time in the apartment as all bad, I chose to be thankful.
Now, three years later, God is displaying His faithfulness in big ways once again. Chris and I have been praying about what’s next for us. Both believing that we were being lead back toward family, we started considering what a move to Georgia would look like. We love the space and life that God has granted us these last few years. Chris enjoys his work. I’m so grateful for my time at the local pregnancy care center. So many good gifts.
With Baby #3 arriving later this year, we decided that we would loosely plan for a move next spring.
So, here we were just planning our spring garden, spring flock, and organizing baby’s clothes and room, when Chris got an email from a recruiter. This isn’t unusual. He gets them all the time through LinkedIn. What is unusual is when the recruiter says she represents a company in the town where you are looking to move. We exchanged puzzled looks and decided to entertain the possibility.
That was three weeks ago. After a phone interview and a last minute trip for an in-person interview, he has accepted an offer and put in his two weeks notice at his current job.
But, wait, aren’t you about to have a baby?!
Oh, right. Did I mention that they are letting him work remotely until after the baby is born and we are able to move?
“O Lord, You are my God; I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name; For You have worked wonders, Plans formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.” Isaiah 25:1
Seasons are good. God’s timing is perfect.
To everyone who has been a part of our story in North Carolina, thank you. You are loved and will be greatly missed.