I’m excited to share Lydia’s story of obedience with you today. I love to hear stories like this! It’s a great reminder that even when what God’s asking seems risky or complicated, He is always working in the details.
Leaving home with the promise to return
I am a South Carolina girl through and through. I love absolutely everything about the South! Grits, moss growing on trees, trees that overhang on roads, backroads, peaches, boiled peanuts, even the heat. I love it all. So when I met my husband a decade ago it is surprising that his being a Mid-West boy didn’t throw me. I fell head over heels for this Mid-Western country boy. Within 6 months of meeting we were engaged, and 6 months after that we were married.
We spent our first two years in South Carolina. Then one day he came to me and said “Lets move to Missouri” (his home state). I agreed because quite honestly I didn’t dream it would happen. But happen it did. He got a job and in April of 2010 we found ourselves packing up and leaving the only place I had ever called home to go the place he was from. Our agreement was that we would stay in Missouri for 4 years and then we would come back home to our permanent home. So off we went.
At first I hated everything about Missouri, the land was too flat, the air was too humid (and being from the south that’s saying something), the peaches were tasteless, no one had ever heard of a boiled peanut, and the people didn’t look you in the eye or say hello as you walked by. Regardless of how it started off, our time in Missouri was the biggest growing experience of our lives. It was also a very blessed time because God built a community of people around us. Friends who became family. A group of strangers became integral to our lives. We mourned a miscarriage, celebrated the birth of our first born, they supported me through beauty school, we poured out our hearts and our burdens to them. We celebrated holidays, and watched football and basketball games (Go MU! unless they played Carolina!) together. Backyard barbecues were a mark of summer for us. Life had become far more than anything I ever expected.
Our plan didn’t work out
Our 4 years passed in a hurry and when we hit our 4 year mark my husband started the job search. He interviewed for 6 positions and each time we were so hopeful but each time the door was closed.
Each time we were so hopeful, but each time the door was closed.
In September of 2015 our home church was starting a leadership training course that lasted 9 months and I wanted to be a part of it so we prayed about it and decided to let the job search end for a season and we would commit to 9 more months in Missouri. Two weeks before the class started we also found out we were expecting our second child. So we just thought it was convenient that the class and pregnancy last 9 months! I would go through the training, we would have our baby and then we would start looking to move again. That was our plan.
God had different plans
God has different plans! 6 months into our 9 month plan my husband heard through coworkers that a team member had taken a management position in Asheville, NC. Not expecting anything to come out of it, he started a conversation and that led to a position being open and him applying for it. We were hesitant to tell anyone about it because something felt different from the very beginning. He had his first interview and then flew down to North Carolina to have his second interview. Before he was able to get home, they let him know he had the job.
Now I know I am not the only woman to ever move while pregnant, but I was not looking forward to all the work involved in moving. I was in my third trimester and definitely not wanting to pack up boxes and load a truck. So I had a little chat with God that went something like this: “Dear Jesus, Thank you for moving us closer to home. This has been our prayer for over a year now and I am a little shocked at its timing. I feel so overwhelmed. I need you to handle these details for me because Lord, I have nothing to give!”
I was desperate but God was faithful. He whispered to me and told me that I may not see every piece of the puzzle but I just needed to trust that at the right moment he would illuminate our path. And that is exactly what he did. He answered prayers we hadn’t even dreamed of praying. The job my husband was taking typically does not come with a moving package but this one did! We had movers come and pack us up and load everything into a truck and they hauled it to NC. They also kept our belongings in storage for 2 months while we looked for a place to live.
And while every piece of our history was stored for us we found a great furnished apartment to rent for two months, which the relocation package paid for. We found a great Realtor who walked us through pre-approval steps that helped us make an offer on a house as soon as we saw it. Our first house fell through with a couple of weeks left before our relocation assistance ran out.Trust that at the right moment, God will illuminate the path. Click To Tweet
Even though I usually am prone to panic in moments like this God was with me the whole time whispering peace and patience. My second son was born 3 weeks early (that’s a story for another time) and we brought him home to our one bedroom apartment. We stayed in our one bedroom apartment for exactly 63 days! We found a second home, made an offer, and closed within a few days before we would begin paying for the storage of all of our belongings. AND we had a down payment because of God’s generosity toward us. Everything and everyone worked with us. There seems to a be a lot of red tape out there in the world but in this process we didn’t have to fight any of it. Our move to NC was still fraught with some struggles and I would love to share those with you some day. But God showed up in a big way and showed me that trusting him and moving out in faith can be scary and also so very peaceful.
Lydia is the mother of two boys. Judah is 3 and Liam is 1. She and her husband live in Hendersonville, NC.