Through this process of moving, God has shown his provision in so many ways. I had a hard few days last week where I felt really discouraged about everything that needed to be done, and it came down to me telling Frank I did not feel provided for. He, with a kind spirit, told me that he was not my source of provision and security, God was. And then proceeded to show me in the next two days the way God was providing for us.

My mom called soon after this, and I was honest with her about where I stood emotionally. What resulted was the most encouraging phone call I have had with her. In 1984, she moved with her five children and the family pet to South Africa. Her husband had been gone for several months, and flew back to help her pack up the family.  She didn’t know what to pack, or what to expect, but she did it. She moved while her extended family told her it was a mistake, and that it wasn’t God’s will. And now she is able to tell me that it is God’s will for us to move, and that she trusts God to provide for us. She encouraged me in ways that no one else can, and for that I am grateful.

I am provided for.