I thought I'd live in Virginia Beach at least until the kids got done with high school (they are 7 and 9). I know Vince is the kind of guy who likes to start things, but I never thought we'd start another church. He'd talk about other things he wanted to do, but none of them included starting another church.
In the past I've said, "I'll never start another church!" Why do I continue to say such stupid things? Every time I say, "I'll never..." it inevitably happens. I just need to shut up.
When Vince started talking about Vegas I ignored him. He talks a lot and has tons of ideas. I thought this was just another idea that would never actually happen.
Like the good wife that I am (ha ha), I listened and shared my input. Again, I never realized that this would actually happen. I mean, why in the world would we move across the country into the desert? We're east coast people. Our families are within driving distance. I live about 15 minutes from the beach. We love our church. I have tons of amazing friends here. And on and on...
Unbeknownst to me, God was on the move. And the world as I knew it was about to fall apart.
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My husband knows about "never"... he was never going to play his guitar in front of anyone (he played on the worship team and eventually became a worship leader in another church), was never going to college (is finishing his online courses soon), never become a pastor (we are planting a church)... and never would have thought we would be where we're at... I tell others...
"I knew we would create beautiful music together, but only God could have taken two and orchestrated a symphony."
God... huh... He's quite the imaginative One isn't He?
Oh my gosh, no kidding. Every time we say something will "never" happen or I really don't want to do "that", that and never are exactly what God tells us to do. Dangit! Recently my husband has been talking about the future but I just don't plan for it. God will mess up all your dumb plans anyway.
Around May, we were going to try to have a baby. Then my stomach started hurting really bad (chronic pain that I already had got much worse) so I went to the doctor. Now I have to have surgery and wait at least a year before getting pregnant. Then when I was in a Demerol-induced-stupor after one of my procedures, God told me that we should become foster parents because we were already ready (as ready as one can be) for a kid anyway. Well, ok God, here we go...
Then, it turns out that our preacher might be moving out of the state and my husband (formerly the leader of one microchurch) might end up leading the whole network of microchurches. Well, ok God, here we go...
I watch HGTV sometimes and see Las Vegas and think "who would ever want to live there?" (no offense). Now I'm thinking "Oh crap, that's probably where we'll end up someday..." In my long (haha) 24 years on this earth, I have learned that God is CRAZY! And I mean crazy. But he has always taken care of us and when we do His work it's worth it. If we listen to His crazy ideas, (through him) we can to do some awesome things! Best wishes for you all as you get ready for this adventure!
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