change

I have a friend who moves every few years. She gets antsy if she stays in one place for too long. She craves change.

I’m the opposite. When I was in junior high, my parents announced that we were moving across the country and I was convinced they were trying to ruin my life. (Seriously. I was probably in my twenties before I realized that the move had nothing to do with me. Ya think?)

But change comes whether we like it or not. And this week, it came in the form of a layoff for my husband.

Don’t. Panic. We’re fine.

Actually, we’re more than fine. We’re excited to see what God has in store for us next. In the meantime, we’ve got a long list of household projects to keep us busy. (And, yes, I do use the terms “we” and “us” loosely!)

As much as I hate change, I’m ready for this one.

So is twin A. When I told him that Daddy was going to look for a new job, he cheered, “Yeah!!!”
“What’s the best thing about Daddy not working for Apple?” I asked, curious about his response.
“He won’t always be on vacation!”

As much as I’ve tried to explain that business trips are not vacations, he doesn’t get it. In a five-year old’s world, a plane trip + a hotel with a pool + eating out for every meal = vacation.

Please join me in praying for a more family-friendly work situation! And not too soon. I’d really like to get the garage cleaned out.