If I don’t tell someone about this I am going to explode. So I’m telling you. I think that every few years of my life since I graduated high school something has happened to turn my world upside down. First of all, two years after I graduated I got married. Then two years later I got divorced. Then about a year later my dad lost his job and my parents had to move to Arizona. Now, two years later my mom came back to Lubbock for a job interview. Her friend called and told her that this company wanted to interview her, my mom specifically, for the job. And they offered it to her. For a massive amount of money. More money than I will ever make. Twice as much as she’s making now.

So to make a long story very short, my parents are moving back home. This makes me very happy, but also very worried about them. They are taking a huge financial risk. I know it’s not my job to worry about that, but I do anyway. Today my dad quit the job he’s had for 18 years knowing that he doesn’t have a guaranteed job when he gets back to Lubbock. He’ll be starting all over again. This is probably good because the work he’s been doing is bad for his health and he needs to do something less stressful, but it was sad for him anyway. And my mom hates the fact that to take this wonderful opportunity she has to leave a job she absolutely loves and people that have become her very good friends. Also, the housing market is in shambles at the moment. The realtor told them there was no way they could sell their house for what they owe on it. But they are determined to move anyway.

I know that the job opportunity was not just a coincidence. I told my dad that I thought it must have come along for a reason and when he asked me why I just told him that it seemed too perfect to be luck. Someone planned it. Just like someone planned for them to move out there in the first place. And I know that everything will work out alright for them in the end. But I am a worrier and right now I don’t have time to worry about anything but school.

So I guess I want to ask you to pray for my family. And for me to remember that no matter what I do, my life and the lives of my family are not mine. They belong to God and no amount of worrying on my part is going to change that. I have to let it go and trust that He knows what He’s doing.