Recently we moved back to our hometown area, back to our roots. The move came about because my husband decided, after sitting at a desk for 37 years, he needed a change. He was tired of being a Financial Officer. He was tired of wearing a suit. He was tired of the city.
He is farming now. Yes, farming. Tractors, combines, work boots and suspenders! I get called ZaaZaa occasionally (even though it was actually her sister, Eva Gabor, who played Lisa in the 1966 TV show). But ZaaZaa is just fun to say, and yes, “Green Acres” has become my theme song!
Life in the city had always been good, but I felt an immediate “yes” when Jon talked to me about the move. This career change seemed like an answer to prayer, and my husband was given a chance to begin again. It wasn’t until two days after the decision was made, as I was washing dishes, the weight of what I had done sunk in… “THIS is going to change my life! But I knew in my heart that if it was the right move for Jon, it would be the right move for me.
…”Good-bye, City Life!”
And I’ll admit there were some hard days. Days when I didn’t know who I was or what I was supposed to be doing. All the roles that had defined me were gone.
“It’ll be right for me” echoed in my head on a daily basis. I began to claim it as a promise.
And I began to write. Here are my stories. Transparency doesn’t always come easy for me, but every time I write, I learn something about myself, my faith, and others.