Waiting

"We're in a holding pattern."

That's what I keep saying to people who ask me how things are going in the process of us moving to San Antonio, where God has called us to relocate in order to find more help for our boys.

Here's what we HAVE done:
1) We've found the place where our boys are to go.

2) Put our house on the market. We've quite a few people look at it. We've had to make sure that it is clean every single day before we leave. That's quite the feat with four children ages 7 and under.

3) We've gotten boxes. We've packed a few.

4) We've applied for jobs. I've applied for three in the Comal ISD, and Chris has been in ongoing conversations with a Nazarene church, both of which (the school district) are in a lovely town outside of San Antonio called New Braunfels.

5) We've prayed. And prayed, and prayed, and prayed, and prayed some more.

6) We've had others pray for us. We are literally immersed in prayer.




And here's what we still need:
1) The money to actually send our boys to the facility we found.

2) For our house to sell and for the bank to accept an offer when we get it. Our house is massively under water. It also is very apparent that we have four kids.

3) To get ride of LOTS OF STUFF and to have the money to actually move what stuff we still need down to San Antonio.

4) To actually get jobs. So that we can actually afford somewhere to live when we get there.

5) To pray. And pray, and pray, and pray, and pray some more.

6) For you to pray for us. Please, please, please...continue to immerse us in your prayers.

"I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth."
Psalm 121:1-2