A year ago today, my life changed dramatically in one moment. I had already begun the search for a smaller house as we moved from just talking about downsizing to doing it. This was already a major change for someone who had lived in the same home for twenty years.
For the first time in too long, that morning I had stopped my normally busy activity just to worship my wonderful heavenly Daddy. In those moments, He dropped into my heart that we were to relocate from North Carolina to Texas in this downsizing. While there was no doubt about what He revealed, and there was no doubt that I would go, it didn’t stop the tears as I reminded Him of what He had already heard so many times, But I hate Texas!
Over the course of the next nine months (interesting how it coincided with the timing of a natural birth,) besides an amazing European adventure, my shoulder surgery and my husband’s two separate foot surgeries with their accompanying recoveries, we planned and prepared and prepared and planned for the sale of one home and purchase of another, as well as the physical move. Along the way, our minds were changed. Just as the child forming in the womb doesn’t change themselves, we didn’t change our own minds. Jesus did it in us, taking us from sadly obedient to excited about such a major change at this stage of our lives.
More of the Spirit’s change in our hearts became obvious the day we left our comfort zones completely. The online house hunt had gone on for six weeks with the only positive result being a change in attitude about what we to expect. A ten-day house-hunting trip was on the calendar for early November (between Tom’s two foot surgeries), though it looked as though we might be wasting our time. Looking at the latest online real estate additions that mid-October morning, one immediately attracted my attention. Enough so that we enlisted the help of our son and the realtor to do an in-person inspection of it the next day. With our son’s positive report, as well as his accompanying video, we found ourselves on the verge of making an offer to buy – sight unseen.
We got busy about our day, separately, as we awaited the realtor’s call, each dealing with excitement of what we were about to do at the same time hearing inner screams of What are you doing? As I spoke with the Lord about it, wanting to hear only Him, yet feeling like we hadn’t done the needed laborious house hunting, I heard in my spirit so clearly, It doesn’t have to be hard.
It doesn’t have to be hard. In those words, I found release. In those words, I was assured we were walking by and with His Spirit, and it was far different from and far better than our norm. I also knew effort would still be required to complete this moving out and moving in process. I just didn’t need to rely on my own wisdom or understanding to make it happen.
Our house-hunting trip three weeks later was, in fact, a house closing trip. I’m pretty sure this was Daddy’s plan for us when we made our airline and hotel reservations. 🙂 Instead of exhausting ourselves traveling from one house to another, we had a different type of exhaustion as we arranged for work to be done on our new home before our move. When I felt myself becoming overwhelmed again by all the details, He lovingly reminded me, It doesn’t have to be hard. Once again I found release from trying to work it all out myself and went back to doing the one thing I could do right then. You know, every single detail was handled from beginning to end – not one left out . . . at just the right time.
So, on this one year anniversary of that life-changing day, three months after moving into my new home, I realize His words to me that afternoon were not just to help me through the move. Instead, they are for my whole life:
It doesn’t have to be hard!