Decisions decisions

We rounded out the holiday weekend with a random road trip to Dallas.  December 21 we were presented with an offer to move to Dallas. I wasn't in love with the idea at all. I am truly happy with life as it is and don't really want to go through a transition process ALL over again with the girls, especially in a city that I am not motivated to move to.  So spent most of our Christmas break fighting about it...weighing pros and cons (where I saw mainly cons).  So upon returning to Houston, Mike turned the offer down.  But they countered! The counter wasn't much more substantial and they were holding firm on their stance.  Their only give was the allow us more time to transition...not extremely enticing, just delaying the inevitable.  So Mike turned it down again.  BUT they came back and begged us to think.  So we had till today, (January 22) to decide.  

The Catholic in me felt this was biblical...3 times! I thought that perhaps God was trying to tell me that maybe I was being irrational and not listening to Him.  Perhaps I was being ignorant and blind to a really great opportunity for our family.  I felt in my spirit that it wasn't the right move but figured I was biased and not really giving it a fair shot.  I don't want to leave our life here...great friends who are my new family; great weather; great opportunities for my babies; and a healthy lifestyle.  

So I prayed...I prayed and I prayed.  Then nothing felt right.  I was truly torn with emotions.  SO we did an impulsive move and woke up Sunday and said, "let's go to Dallas!"

We went blindly and used our google maps to see neighboring communities and just drove all around.  I wanted SO badly to just fall in love and just be wowed with Dallas.  I've heard amazing things.  But I got there and it was all wrong.  I could see the same reaction all over Mike's face too.  So we drove back defeated and still torn.

I watched Joel Osteen thinking he would give me a sign and he gave me more conflict: "if God can open the doors of opportunity once, then He can do it again." SO was I ignoring Dallas again? Well I needed more concrete proof. I prayed for a sign.  If I saw a cardinal, then I knew God was directing us back to Ohio so not to accept Dallas.  If I saw a yellow rose, then God wanted us to go to Dallas.

Well...God showed me my sign abundantly (what a good sense of humor He has).  

That's a whole lot of cardinals behind Mike!