It’s been awhile. I figure I had better finish up my story on our family’s move from Michigan to Georgia before it hits the year 2020 and I forget the details.
We packed up the house, the cat, and our three kids in September of 2015, and began our journey to Georgia. The drive was long, 15 hours to be exact, but we made it…across 4 states and 5 lanes of heavy Atlanta traffic with an oversized U-haul. The lights of Atlanta were by far the highlight of our drive. Atlanta is absolutely beautiful at night!
The first day in our new rental house involved unloading the massive truck, which was packed solid with our belongings, like a can of sardines. Up the ramp, and down the ramp, Scott and I lugged out box after box, and all of our furniture. The house was awesome. It had a fenced in yard (a BIG deal for us since Bubba loves the outdoors and wants to spend every waking moment outside) filled with rose bushes and hydrangeas, and a huge master bedroom complete with a sitting room, a walk-in closet (which was the size of another bedroom), and a master bath. Another exciting part of the house was the large office space. It was perfect and more than I could have asked for!
The house was great, but I felt like an emotional wreck. I knew this was where God wanted us, but we were in a foreign city, void of all family and friends. I laid in my large closet, flat on my face, and cried. I cried, and I prayed, and I called my best friend back in Michigan, and I cried some more. I hated leaving her the most. She would talk me through my crazy emotions, and I would be ok again for a while.
I had just finished bawling my eyes out, and was making supper, when I heard a knock at the door. Scott answered, and it was our new neighbors. They had come to greet us and had brought us cookies. My eyes were red from crying, I looked like a wreck, and I was in no shape for visitors. I stayed in the kitchen. They handed the cookies to Scott and left. I sunk down to the floor and began crying again. They probably thought I was unfriendly, and I felt like I had messed up. How was I going to make friends this way? I calmed myself down the best I could and walked over to their house to invite her over sometime. We ended up becoming friends, and I KNOW it was God who brought us together. Suddenly living there became more bearable…fun even!
After getting the house situated, it was time to figure out where to send the kids to school. We did a bit of research online and found a few schools we believed would be the best for our children. One of the first schools we visited was just a short distance from our home. We enrolled Josephine, then continued on to the High School to enroll Maxwell. No sooner did I walk in the door to the High School, then the fire alarm went off! Everyone was ushered out the door, and I watched as every student in the building was paraded before me. Judging by appearances isn’t the norm for me, but this time was different. The kids looked like they could potentially tear my sweet little Maxwell to shreds! They were scantily clad, chains hung from their pockets, the majority of them were dressed in black, and it was a disturbing sight. I took the fire alarm as a sign from God, and we high-tailed it out of there. We returned to the school we enrolled Josephine in, and un-enrolled her. Scott and I continued searching for the right school. We met with the most rude people, and were eventually told that Georgia does not have school of choice (as we were used to having in Michigan). I sat in the office of the final school and cried. The secretary was rude, and I didn’t know what else to do. It was at this time we decided to suck it up and home school our children.
I had fought homeschooling for years. I would tell others there was no way I would EVER home school my kids. One day in Michigan, I had received a huge home school catalogue in the mail. I said to myself, “Who sent me this?!” It later became apparent that God was working on me, and wanting me to homeschool our kids. It took Him moving me to a new state, and positioning me in a place where there was no other option. And so it began. I ordered our curriculum, and it turned out to be such a blessing.
We lived in our rental house for approximately 6 months when we heard the Lord give us the go ahead to start looking for a house to buy. Our house in Michigan was still up for sale, but Scott was now making enough that we were able to make payments on both. This was only by the Grace of God. When God calls us out, or asks us to do something, He will ALWAYS provide what we need to accomplish what He has asked of us. Sometimes His provision involves us doing things that are uncomfortable for us, which was our case. Scott’s new job required him to work a LOT of overtime on a less than desirable shift. We weren’t able to see him much, and he wasn’t enjoying his job due to a poorly run company and poor management. We had to continually remind ourselves that “this is God’s plan, and we are in the center of His will.” The overtime Scott received was God’s way of providing for us, and is what made it possible for us to make payments on two houses.
We began our search for a new home, and found one we loved right off the bat. It would require Scott to drive an hour to work each day, but he assured me he was willing. After all, he had driven an hour to work each day in Michigan for over 12 years. We put in an offer on the house, but it was too late. Someone else had beat us to it. The next house we looked at was perfect as well. It was in the country on 1 acre, it was newly built, and it was beautiful. However, we felt God saying it wasn’t the right one. Our realtor then mentioned a new subdivision he was selling homes for. He informed us that it would be a great investment as the price would be going up drastically in the next five years due to the town’s expansion. The house was not even finished yet, but as we walked up the sidewalk to look at it, the presence of God was all over me. I knew it was the one. More confirmation followed as we walked around the house and I found a yard full of white magnolia trees. I had wanted white magnolia trees for quite some time, and to me it was God saying, “I did this for you. This is it.” We put in an offer on a shell of a house, not knowing what to expect on the inside as there was no flooring, cabinets, etc. and it was near impossible to envision what it would look like when it was finished. We weren’t thrilled with the idea of living in a subdivision, but we knew we would only be there for a short period of time as we’d be soon be continuing on toward our goal – South Carolina.
The house was soon finished, and this time we loaded up our vehicles and the trailer of one of Scott’s work buddies, and moved on over to our first brand new home. It was a dream come true!