Unanswered prayers answered

A few months ago, I was really disappointed when our prayers went unanswered. Though I was cryptic at the time, I can now tell you that Hubby had applied for a job in what we thought would be the ideal location for us. It would have taken us back home to FL, closer to friends and family, and would have offered us the type of lifestyle we had become accustomed to living prior to our move here (read: able to find shopping less than an hour away - priorities, people!). But as it became clear that it wasn't meant to be, I made my peace with the thought of living here for another year. Enter Murphy and his law.

The ringing of Hubby's phone disrupted that peace: a call from a college I barely remembered Hubby applying to wanted an interview with him. And so we started the process of uncertainty all over again. Unsure of how I felt about the location, as I had never been there before, we dropped everything to take a test drive of the city. I prayed for my uncertainty to be lifted; I wanted to know definitively that this was the right place for us to be. Within only a few hours, those unanswered prayers from the spring had been answered. Columbia, SC would be our new home.

Hubby is now a professor at

the home of the Fighting Koalas.

Oh yeah, you read that right.

This is where I've been buried for the past few weeks, and as we begin the T-minus three-week countdown (excuse me while I throw up), this is where I'll be: boxed in. Literally.

If I'm able to disentangle myself from the packing tape long enough to wrestle with Blogger, I'll try to check in (Why is it that I always have a ton to say when I have no time to blog? Damn that Murphy!); otherwise, I'll catch up with y'all when I'm on the other side of the Mason-Dixon Line!

Unanswered prayers

Thanks to everyone who weighed in on yesterday's post. I was happy to read what I wanted to hear, which was quality over quantity. And now back to our regularly scheduled program...

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A few weeks ago, the potential for a great opportunity, one that seemed practically perfect in every way (yep, just like Mary Poppins), presented itself to us. I hoped it would happen, I envisioned it happening, I prayed it would happen. We found out last week that it's not going to happen.

Having faith that there's a reason this opportunity passed us by doesn't mean that there's not disappointment. But in practicing my one little word, trying to pick up my spirits and move past my sadness, I was reminded of other prayers in my life that have gone unanswered. If any of them had been granted, I wouldn't be with my husband right now; for that reason alone, I'm glad they were never answered.

And for all I know, at some point in the future, I may feel grateful that this prayer has gone unanswered, too.

"Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because He doesn't answer doesn't mean He don't care
Some of G-d's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers"
-Garth Brooks, "Unanswered Prayers"


Because the eye roll Hubby will give me for including such a cliche on my blog post isn't enough, I must also include the video. *evil cackle*