Moving on...

We've lived in Montclair for 3 years. I know that to be true, but to see it in writing is quite something else. I can't really imagine living three years anywhere, let alone living for three years with my HUSBAND- and yes, even after three and a half years that word still sounds funny when I say it out loud. I'm not quite used to Mrs. Shannon yet, either, even though that's what my students call me everyday. Anyway, the time has come for us to pack up our things and move on. Trouble is, we don't know where we're going:)

Our landlady sold our house and we figured it would as good a time as any to explore some options. To think things through. Our goals. Ambitions. Desires. Should we buy a house or move to Europe? Should we really invest in the community we live in or seek God's face about going elsewhere? Should we pursue dreams or higher education or both? Are we ready to have children?

This is probably the first time in my life that I've allowed for possibilities. I'm not counting anything out. We're looking for houses. Have even visited a few we liked. We're looking at schools- Rich and I have different tastes and callings, but our desire to learn is quite the same-and not really worrying about where those schools happen to be. We're looking into the Peace Corps and traversing up and down the Spanish countryside- and perfectly open to settling down in West Orange and having a clan only to be rivaled by our friends, the DeMarcos. All possibilites, and for once, it doesn't scare me one bit. I know we'll go where God calls us. I'm going to stop helping God across the Street like a little, old lady and start believing that He is the God he says He is. Which means, I'm in terribly good hands even when I know nothing at all.