Sometimes when life takes unexpected turns, you can look back and see that God had been dropping itty bitty hints to prepare your heart ahead of time. Of course during the hint-dropping, it never would have occurred to you; but later...it all makes sense. Kinda like when you read a book.
Apparently we had some hints in the past six months that shifted our hearts in tiny, subtle ways and ultimately prepared us for a huge change.
In February, our family went to Clearwater, FL to visit the famous dolphin, Winter, and her friend, Hope. Our four kids had the best vacation ever. Sweet, simple, and full of something that mattered to them. As we drove away from four days at the beach, surrounded by the amazingness of God's creation, we made light jokes about how fun it would be to live at the beach. I confess, I only began to enjoy the ocean about five years ago (I'm a mountain girl a heart). But a twinge pinged my heart as we headed home. Just a longing for more vacation, I thought.
A month or so later, a doctor we've relied on for several years told us she was moving. I took it in stride, and was heard to say to another person, "I get it. When God says move, you just move." I was referring to general experiences. That's all. Or so I thought.
Around the same time, my son had a friend who thought her family would be moving to Virginia this summer. Rumors of it rippled through their small homeschool academy then died down. That opportunity didn't pan out and they'd be staying.
So when, three weeks ago today, my husband told me a friend of his had been considered for a job in Virginia Beach but really didn't want to move, it was like an ocean breeze wafted through me. That's all it was. For then.
Two days later, I asked him if that job was something he was qualified for. I was hardly aware of my words, and yet they were right and from that moment on everything just fell into place. There was an amazing rush of peace for both of us. He checked with a couple people and everything snowballed. Or may avalanched is a better choice.
It turns out, our hearts were ripe for the picking, and moving to a beach town was exactly what we wanted to do. God was in it.
(I love how God writes our story. I could learn from this and be a better human writer...subtly hint-dropping along the way.)