Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Long Version

One year ago, we were a family divided.  Mark, Katie, and Jacob were living in a hotel room in North Dakota while Sam and I were trying to get our house sold and finish out the school year in Zionsville.  It was a tough time for all of us.  I know people thought we were crazy. Frequently, I agreed with them!  We were nervous and sad, but also felt certain that we were doing the right thing.





Unbelievably, only a year later we are divided again, but this time it is our hearts that are torn.  We will be returning to Indianapolis in the VERY near future.  As difficult and scary as it was to move to North Dakota, the decision to return to Indianapolis has been gut-wrenching.  To everyone’s surprise (mine most of all) we really like it here!   Again, I am pretty sure that those close to us think we are crazy.  Not for moving back, but because it has been such an agonizing decision.  On paper, Indianapolis beats out Dickinson every day of the week.


But what makes sense on paper doesn’t always make sense in the heart.

Please don't misunderstand; there are things about living here that drive me absolutely crazy.  Train whistles blowing at all hours of the night, the sounds and smells from the cattle stockyard on Tuesdays and Thursdays, crazy-expensive groceries, and a serious lack of restaurants could all top the list.  And don't even get me started on the school pick-up/drop-off lines!

But none of those things can overshadow the blessings we have experienced living here.



Sam has been embraced by a close-knit school community that has welcomed him with open arms.  It has been pure joy to see him grow and flourish in such a supportive environment.  For the first time, he realizes it is okay to do well not only in sports and music, but also academically. True confidence has replaced the shaky trying-to-seem-confident-but-I-am-pretty-sure-I-can’t-measure-up bravado he once wore.





Katie has remembered who she really is.  A year of living here has soothed the hurt and eased the pain of a previously difficult school situation.  She has rediscovered the spunk and sass that make her so special and she has tried things she never would have before.  She now plays softball and volleyball.  She has learned to sew and how to play guitar.  She has learned what true friends look like.  She is leaving here with a new maturity and understanding of her value.






Jacob has had the unique pleasure of being enfolded into a family that is not his own.  He has experienced what it means to have friends that are the “family you choose” and the comfort they can be when your own family is far away.  He, too, has been able to participate in a variety of activities that would probably not have been possible had we stayed in Zionsville.  He now plays baseball and hockey and the guitar and even gave Cub Scouts another try.




And all three of the kids have learned that the size of your house has NOTHING to do with the size of your heart.  They have witnessed and been the recipients of selflessness and generosity and compassion.  As a quick example, Sam has been attending a Catholic school and at the beginning of Lent, the students were headed over to the church for a time of confession.  One of Sam’s friends realized that this might be somewhat awkward for his Protestant friend and asked Sam what he was going to do. He didn’t really have any ideas and so his friend suggested that he talk to the priest and then went with him to speak to the priest before the mass began.  Seriously, this may not sound like much, but what 14 year old boy thinks of something like that?

And, as for Mark and me?  We've had some learning experiences, too.  And we have definitely been shaped and molded by our time here.  But, that, my friends, is another story for another day.  Let’s just say we are eating some spicy ice cream these days!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Just the Facts




This is just going to be the Cliffs Notes version of the last month six weeks.  I have been doing a lot of soul searching and there will be much rehashing of this decision in the future, but for now, I thought you all might be wondering just how this whole move back to Indiana came about.

Back in March, Mark received a call about a possible position back in Indianapolis.  IF it hadn’t been something he has always been interested in doing nothing more would have come of it.  BUT, he began a conversation about the position and his qualifications and interest.  After a couple of phone calls it progressed into a full blown offer.

Which we turned down.
And went on with our lives at peace with our decision.

Until they called back.
And sweetened the deal.

At which point we had an unbelievably difficult choice to make.  We truly like it here.  And our kids like it here.  And we just moved here.  And we had almost survived our first winter.  And it hadn’t been that bad.  And, and, and....the list went on and on.

So we talked.  We prayed.  We cried (okay, that was just me).  We begged God to give us direction.  We talked.  We prayed.  We cried (again, just me).   We had others pray for us.  We actually wrote out a pros and cons list!  We wrestled and agonized over this decision more than probably any other in our entire marriage and then took the job.

End of story.

But it’s really not the end of the story.  It’s just the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.  And while I am so sad for this one to be coming to an end I do have hope in the chapters that have yet to be written.  And through the process I grow closer to the Author and continue to place my trust in His loving hands.

Jeremiah 29:11  “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

This is the verse that we clung to on our way to North Dakota and this is the verse we will cling to on our departure.

Monday, May 9, 2011