My sweet and lovely friend, Joanne, asked me yesterday, “Are you ready for all the questions?” I replied, “I don’t really know, but it’s time to share.” In fact, I don’t know how much I will share–every detail or just the highlights. I’m praying that it will be just what it should be.
So I left off with me last March at women’s retreat hearing (in my spirit) from God, “A change is coming,” And then I saw three pictures, as in a slideshow…also in my spirit or my mind even. Here is what I saw:
I saw a picture of Chris, a picture of our Noah and the Texas A&M emblem.
And I said aloud, “Hmmm, what does this mean?” I began to wonder if a dream of Chris’, that he had LONG AGO shared with me, was about to take place. He has always wanted to go back and teach engineering at Texas A&M. He has a unique perspective that I think would be quite valuable to these students. And his work ethic is incomparable. I believe that modeled life is taught life. I believe that Chris would be a splendid professor.
I also thought of Noah–would he want to go to Texas A&M? Would the fact that Chris worked there make paying for college easier for us?
I simply did not (and still do not) know.
Then I thought, already accepting this leading as a fact, I am going to miss Colorado SO MUCH. I love it here. I love her people. This has been home to us–and we have become a part of Colorado, as much as Colorado has become a part of us.
So I went to communion. And I cried–tears of joy and sorrow mixed. I knew that God had met with me in that place in Buena Vista, Colorado–with a story that came completely out of left field. That blessed, wonderful place. I also knew that I wouldn’t be back next year.
I knew that this season had come to a close, no looking back.
So I came home that Sunday night, and I can well picture it. I am sitting in the den with the computer on my lap (it often is–though never on Sundays anymore), trying to catch up on work I had missed, being gone for a long weekend. Chris was there. Noah was there–he was a sophomore at the time. Our PAIS missionaries were there–we had two young, college-aged men, who lived with us last year: Johannes is from Germany and Jamie is from the Philippines.
I began to share what I saw–only what I saw and none of what I thought. Chris said, “Hmmm.” That was all. Just “Hmmm.”
Noah said, again without me sharing what I supposed, “What if I don’t want to go to A&M? What if I want to go to the School of Mines?”
I replied, “Noah, I don’t know exactly what the pictures mean. But this I do know. Go where you feel led to go. I am asking you to pray about where you should go–beginning now. You are an important part of this story.”Jo said, “Wow! That is awesome!” And Jamie, too, said, “Wow!”
I think one of the PAIS boys also asked, “When?” I remember that I replied, “I don’t know. But I think it might be next fall. It could even be two years.”
At which point Noah said, “You mean I won’t be here for my senior year?” And I responded, “Son, I really don’t know. But God does. And HE started this conversation. So He will show us what and when and how. Be praying, all of you, okay?”
So at this point, I had done my part. I passed it over to Chris now. It was in Chris’ hands to pray and figure out just what this meant. Maybe I’ll see if he will write out the next leg of this journey since then…I will see what he says! And there is so much more that has unfolded since then–much confirming that we are to go back to Bryan/College Station and even some more details that have me SO EXCITED. So stay tuned!