There are times in life when you are ready to leave home, like before going to college. You spend years preparing for the change, knowing you'll have to establish a presence in your new place. There are also times when you don't have years of preparation before leaving home.
Six years ago, I followed Peter from Clemson to Memphis. It wasn't immediate, but after two years it became home. We have grown to love this city and our little place in it. In the past six years, I have adopted the term: Memphian by choice. This city has been so special to us. Our first house is in Memphis, our first jobs were in Memphis, our baby girls were born in Memphis, this city is absolutely a part of us. We have been abundantly blessed with a large community of people who
know and love us. Still, we have longed to live closer to our families for years and that longing has been amplified by the birth of our daughters.
Baltimore and one hour from Peter's relatives in Philadelphia. While we are thrilled to be moving closer to family, we are sad about leaving our home.
Peter wasn't looking for a job, but since the position in Maryland crossed his desk in late July it has been very clear where God is leading. We are praying to embrace and understand His perfect timing. In the upcoming weeks we'll be getting ourselves organized for the move while getting to know our newest addition. Of course that will mean selling our little house in Midtown
the home we returned to after our honeymoon, where we hosted our first Thanksgiving, and first brought our children back to from the hospital.
I would love to reach out and tell our friends individually but with a newborn that just isn't an option. We covet your prayers during this transition. Our hearts are heavy knowing we'll be leaving our home, but we're optimistic about what the Lord has in store for us as we establish ourselves in a new place.