You must love me.
You were willing to pick up your life and family and move them from Texas to Atlanta. I know it's not the Far East, but when you've always lived in Texas, it sure can feel like it.
This has been a grand adventure, sharing life in an unfamiliar place. But I know it has been hard at times. I know that you see God in big and small ways so you know we are in His will. But it doesn't always make it easy.
After we moved here, you said that God reminded you of something from His word: "How lovely is your dwelling place, oh Lord God Almighty." He reminded you that wherever He is...THAT is your home. You even painted it on our kitchen wall. So I know you believe it.
But I want you to know that, for me, home is wherever God calls us and that you go with me. I can't imagine doing life without you by my side. In contrast, I feel like I could do life absolutely anywhere as long as you were there.
So, while I recognize that any move AWAY from Texas can't be seen as a good thing by any card-carrying Texan, I see it as a wonderful thing because we got to come here together.
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