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Thank you Lord, but are you sure about this?

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In January 2016, I claimed Ephesians 3:20 for our family.  We knew as we walked through this desert time in our lives that there was something greater waiting on the other side.  A few weeks ago, God began to show us the steps he has orchestrated for our family.  We have been praying for a long time for God to give Troy a career move that he really needed financially and emotionally.  The door has been opened, and Troy started his new position two weeks ago.  What a blessing! 

The job change, however, is just the start of some changes for the Jones family.  The position is a Middle Tennessee territory.  While his company is being very flexible with the time frame, our house will go on the market later this week.  We are beginning to accept that a new chapter is coming for us. 

I'm excited about the opportunity, but for the planner and organizer who likes a path I can see and prepare for, it is a scary ride.  We have lived in Savannah 21 years.  We have raised two children here.  W…

Don't Stop Dreaming

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When I started this blog I was writing about taking care of my little kids and pouring Jesus into them where I could.  Now I am looking at a high school graduate and a soon to be high schooler who can look me in the eye.  He's actually taller than me now.

How did that happen?  It seems like yesterday we were taking summers to color and play in the garden.  This summer, I've shuttled Noah to countless music gigs and helped Taylor get ready for college.

When school ended this year, we took a very much needed trip to the beach as the kids Christmas/graduation present.  I'm so thankful for that week away.  Between activities and work, our family of four rarely gets to sit together anymore, and I know in a few short weeks that time will get even harder to make happen.  That week, we laughed together, and we played together.  We had meals together.  Nighttime fishing on the dock and feeding the resident herron Henry won't be soon forgotten.  Neither will the walks on the be…