What Brought Us Here

Thomas and I had been in Macomb for over 20 years. I had quit my job as administrative assistant and hiring manager for the local McDonald's stores, and I had reentered the field of merchandising. I was a book vendor when I started at McDonald's, and I worked both jobs and homeschooled for a year after starting there. I was and always have been a workaholic.

Two and a half years ago, besides my working two jobs (market research and American Greetings), we were also trying to farm our acreage, Wisdom Acres. WA was not going anywhere, because I was never home and Thomas couldn't do the work that needed to be done while I was gone.

I told him one day that he needed to pray as long as it took, and then tell me what we needed to be doing. The next day, he came to me and said, "We are suppose to sell everything and travel." What!? I knew this must be God, because this was not MY husband! My husband wanted to be buried where we lived. He would never leave his house, his land, his home, the county, the state, etc. Thomas would not leave! So I said, OK, but then I kept waiting for him to change his mind (which was something else he would do frequently. Thomas is "bipolar.")

But he never did.