Living in the gray wishing for Black or white
In life I find that the hardest moments are always somewhere
between what you want, and what you want. When decisions are less then clear
cut and regardless of the outcome, always marked with regret. It’s like the
saying, “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” But what happens if the
lemons aren’t ripe enough and leave a bitter taste in your mouth? What if what
I really wanted to make was lemon meringue pie and I simply settled for lemonade
because it’s what I thought I was supposed to do. Living in the proverbial land
of gray is just that, gray. It’s desolate and bleak. A sort of purgatory while
you wait for what may or may not be heaven. Don’t get me wrong, the light at
the end of the tunnel is enough to brighten my gray world, and if it wasn’t for
gray I would never have made it to the blacks or the whites in my life, which
have undoubtedly formed who I am. The
gray is always the place I spend the least time but it also sees me at my most
impatient. It knows my annoying quirks and probably thinks I am crazy. Without
question to be in the gray is to be in the unknown...
Ecclesiastes 3:1 To
every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
To further clarify, White is Rochester, MN and Black is
Albert Lea, MN. Before the assumption, Albert Lea being black has nothing to do
with bad. I know when things get bad we tend to see them has turning dark but
in this case that isn’t what I mean. I would put them both as white if I could
but white and white just do not equal gray, thus making the title statement
unfitting. ANYWAYS, Matt’s current job has been very gracious and is allowing
him to be the first-ever work from home detailer they have had. This, as you
can imagine, would be most people’s ideal work scenario. Wake up, get ready,
walk downstairs, work, come upstairs for lunch, walk back down to finish out
the day. Matt has always talked and dreamt about working from home, ever since
we have been together. He makes the
perfect amount for me to stay at home and raise our son and still put food on
the table and we have been blessed with so many opportunities through his job
that I know we would have never thought possible. So for his boss to allow him
to work from home is more than a blessing, it is yet again another testament to how good god really is. God has a funny way
of reminding you that regardless of what you think, you’re not in control of
your life, he is. We spent countless hours praying about what our next step in life should be. When it almost seemed like maybe god wasnt listening, he flooded us with encouragment. It was an amazing experience...
So here comes my gray area. The majority of Matt’s family is
in Albert Lea, as is some of mine. BUT have a house we love in Rochester, the
place we brought our son home to on his second day of life, the place we made
our own together. But we have no family, and although they are wonderful
friends, very few in Rochester. It has
been a difficult decision on what to do. But I think we both always knew where
our hearts were, it’s just working out all the details that seems to get in the
way.
To simply spell it out, WE ARE MOVING TO ALBERT LEA THIS SATURDAY (Nov. 5th).
Matthew, Me, Asher and two really stupid dogs are invading my father-in-laws
house for 9 or so months. We cannot sell our house until July. We describe it as a trial period. If it works
in Albert lea, and we love it there, we can stay and get our own place and sell
our house in Rochester. If not, hey, we have a house still in Rochester.
We are very excited to reconnect with old friends and make
plenty of new ones.(Especially ones with kids, Asher needs friends bad :) ) I want to apologize
to anyone we did not tell earlier, like has sort of taken over, as well as
trying to pack with a 7 month old who cant stay in one place longer then a second, and a husband that works full time. It has
been beyond difficult so I figured it best to blog about it to let most
everyone know all at once. Our life is changing drastically, again. Seems like
my gypsy, serial moving ways have finally caught up with me, and now I realize
just how hard it is to move. And I am only packing necessities at this point. Packing up a small child’s things is nearly
impossible, since once you pack a toy away; it seems to be the only one he
wants. Regardless, we will be there on Saturday, trailer full of baby stuff,
and the few things of ours that actually fit after. I just have to keep telling
myself we are doing it for Asher. Otherwise, after trying to pack things, I may
have instead chosen to die in this house, or burn it to the ground. .. All
kidding aside, We are very eager to start our life in Albert Lea, to show Asher
all the best play grounds, bring him to the lake, and feed him plaza morena as
a staple in his diet. Most of all to
enjoy spending time with the amazing, and loving bunch of people that comes
with living in there.
ALBERT LEA, HERE WE COME!!...
