the same path

I just found this old post in my drafts from almost a year ago. I'm not sure why I never published it. It's not exactly "where" I am right now, but I remember being there. I still am some days... and I still love that path.



Five years ago, walking down the path along the reflecting pool from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial, I held my husband's hand and told him I'd move to Virginia. I could live there. We could do it. We'd prayed about it, we'd made lists of pros and cons, analyzed it to death. But right then, on that peaceful path, I knew I could do it. I wanted to move there. Even bigger, I think I truly trusted Eric to make God-led decisions for our family for the first time.

Tuesday night, we walked along that same path. This time, we had two more little people in our life. This time was not about moving there, but moving away... even though the move was months ago. I miss it. But it's mostly selfish missing. Ohio is good for those three little people and Ohio is good for us, too. Ohio is where God has planted us for this season of life.

I wouldn't mind, though, if some day I had that path in my backyard again.