Decisions

 Time has passed since my last post, because well, life is busy. Constantly moving. I rarely come up for air. In the past 6 months, 4/5 of our adopted kids have been given diagnosis of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (FAS). One is on the spectrum and struggles with common reasoning, anxiety and learning delays. Another has cognitive delays, speech delays, dyslexia, impulsivity and more. Another has a laundry list of diagnosis as a result of FAS, most prominent is cognitive delays. The other, meltdowns, anger, cognitive delay, dyscalculia, language delays and more. Most days, most people see them as typical kids, silent disabilities. At home, the masks come off and they are safe to be themselves. Which, brings parenting challenges most would not want to endure. It's exhausting. Mentally taxing. 

Decisions. 

Sometimes, enough is enough. A person can only take so much. A family can only take so much. Therapies, doctors, specialists, school, tutoring, behaviors, it's a lot to take in for one family. For us, it means it is time. Time for a change of scenery. Time to be near family and close friends who can bare our burdens with us, along side of us. 

It's time to make a move. A move clearly orchestrated by God. 

I was on the phone talking to my bestie and explaining why I wanted to ask my husband to move back home. Her response, "let me know when and I will help move you home." At the exact same time, my husband texted me, "How about we move back home?" A conversation took place full of "that's exactly what I said to my friend!" There is nothing like your spouse being on the same page as you and hearing from God at the same time. 

We assumed He meant in a year. Until I spoke with my prayer partner and she said, "do not discount moving now." I mean there was literally nothing holding us in Tampa. And so, we listened. That was March 3rd. We moved three months later. 

Some decisions are so easy to make, while others are not. For us, it always seems like the really big ones, like moving across country, are easy. Mostly because we know beyond a shadow of a doubt it is God speaking to us. While the decision as to what to make for dinner is so so hard. 

What decision are you needing to make? Are you praying about it? Listening for His voice?