I just moved, again.
You’d think I would be used to by now. My husband and I have moved about 17 times in the last 15 years of marriage . And most of those moves have been completely of our own desire and doing. A couple were because God asked us to, one was for a job, and the rest are because we have discovered we enjoy change, seek adventure, and apparently we’ve got long term commitment issues?
Here we are, back in Nicaragua. The country where my first daughter was born, and we spent the first two years of her life here. We are now back with a few more kids in tow, and it feels different this time. I’m not sure if it’s because this move is a little more permanent (We are here because my husband is starting a water well drilling business) or we are desiring to stay somewhere for a little while, because this last move was a little more traumatic, hard, and exhausting than we thought it would be.
The Lord is teaching me that I need Him every single day, usually every hour of the day. I cannot love my husband in a 1 Corinthians 13.4 kind of way without the Holy Spirit. I cannot be patient and loving towards my children without His help. I cannot see who to encourage/stop and talk to/love on without His guidance.
I cannot be the woman He wants me to be unless I am in deep relationship with Him, and that is something I am working at daily. To spend time with Him, know Him more, read His word, and strive to obey Him in whatever He asks of me.
Life here is unique, challenging, beautiful, and exhausting all at the same time. I spend most of my days mothering, trying to learn Spanish, figuring out what to make for dinner, thinking about exercising, always wanting to write, and binge watching shows like Suits and The Crown.