So, moving to Texas was crazy and so rushed. It was a whirl wind of emotions while trying to pack, find an apartment and sell the house all in less than two months.
We decided to follow the Lords council for our family and move to Texas, where we knew only one family, had no job and knew nothing about and never even seen. We know that God had a hand in this not only because of the initial inspired prompting, but because of all of the tender mercies he showed us along the way. We sold the house in less than two weeks, found Robert a job in less than 30 days without an official interview. We found an apartment the week before we all moved out to Texas together and survived on a shoe string budget of $100 for two weeks while Robert was in Texas and I was with the children in Utah.
Things could not have worked out more perfectly.
I'm not saying it was this heavenly experience and all grins and giggles. I had to send off my husband and become a single mother for 17 days. (not a long time, but it was horrible. Single parents rock.) We survived on peanut butter and jelly and frozen pizza for that entire time and everything seemed to break, get sick or go wrong in those two weeks. I cried every night and almost every day. I think our food budget was possible because the children and I were extremely sick for three days and the neighbors fed us for three days. I had to pack and clean the house by myself and taking the kids to church was a huge struggle. I was so sick and depressed I lost 15 pounds while Robert was away. I look back and realize that I was being taught important life lessons.
I learned that technology is amazing. Whomever invented Skype deserves an award and millions of dollars. I'm sure they have received these things, but I wish it for them anyway. Skype kept us going at the end of every day. If it weren't for this I would have crumbled under the weight of it all.
I learned that I really do need my husband. No way was I meant to be alone in my journey. I had no idea how much I relied on Robert even just for moral support. Raising kids alone is hard and I give a shout out to whomever has to do it on their own. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. There wasn't anyone there to take over for me at 5pm anymore.
I got to know my family better. I ate dinner with my parents every Sunday to keep the loneliness away. I learned that I can count on family when I have no one else to turn to. Having a brother live next door really helped when my car battery died. My sisters were there when I needed a babysitter or a sleepover while I packed or needed to run errands.
I also figured out how strong I was. I learned how to fix a washer and a garage door. I packed the house and I got the kids to church. I cleaned the barf and did the dishes by myself. I know that my strength didn't come from me, but from prayers of many.
So, as crappy as it all was it was wonderful as well. I would do it again if He asked, but I hope it won't have to come to that ever again. Believe it or not I am grateful for those crazy months of my life. So here we are. We did it. We knew we had to come here the last week of October and we were here two months later. I am still adjusting and figuring it all out, but I know we're here with purpose. I'm excited to learn what that means for me and my family.
