It was 2007, and we’d just moved to North Carolina for hubby’s new job as fire chief. You know what new jobs require: demanding hours, lugging work home to catch up if there had been a prolonged vacancy, familiarizing yourself with the way things work within the new organization, learning names, yada yada yada. All of that meant I didn’t see him much those first few months.
We’d moved across states, so it wasn’t like I could hang out with anybody I knew, and as a writer, I spent most of my time perched in front of my laptop. I remember feeling so alone and praying, begging God, for friends in my new city.
Did you catch that? I don’t know why I tried to limit God.
He showed me. In a big way.
God answered my prayer, but He ignored the “in my new city.” Thank You, God!