Yesterday, I went into the empty bedroom that would have been the nursery, sat down in the floor, cried, prayed, and asked for answers. I was in their for a good portion of the day it seems, and as I prayed, I came so some answers, and discussed them later with the husband.
I want to come back up to Chattanooga, I work their. The fact that I am taking online classes this semester, I have the opportunity to put in the paper work to transfer, without missing out on on a this term. My family is in Chattanooga, I would love to be closer, and we've been looking for homes anyhow. I want to use this to push us into better things. God has no mistakes, only plans, and I believe, though it's tough, that God is articulating a master plan for us.
What do you think?