Oh the Bliss!

December 19, 4:32PM (Thanks, text messaging timestamps). After over a month of "not set in stone" and "most likely but not certain" and "we'll let you know as soon as we know for sure" Mark and I received pretty much the same text at the same time... Them: "IT'S HAPPENING!!!!!" Me: "IT'S HAPPENING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Them: "YES!!!!" Me: "No way!" Them: " YES WAY! " I had tears in my eyes immediately! It was so cool to have been praying for this city for unknown reasons, then to be praying for this city for very specific reasons, then to have a concrete IT'S HAPPENING answer! We were stoked, to say the least. BUT we still weren't really supposed to be out shouting it from the rooftops just yet. Which became hilarious to me because it seemed as though every time we went to an event at church someone was yelling, "Hey Boiseeeeee!" at us. It was the worst-ke

So we prayed and waited. We waited and prayed... Sometimes, when we pray, we wait for a really, really, REALLY long time. And that's okay because God is a waiter too. He shows the greatest  patience of all, no?   " The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise  as some count slowness,  but  is patient toward you,   not wishing that any should perish,  but  that all should reach repentance."  2 Peter 3:9 Waiting , as hard as it is, it's a good thang. It's sanctifying, and it's godly .  Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him. Isaiah 30:18 BUT, sometimes when we pray for something we wait for only a day.  ONE DAY LATER.. . We were at church and Mark was standing out on the patio ̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶u̶s̶u̶a̶l̶ ̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶l̶-̶b̶u̶t̶t̶e̶r̶f̶l̶y̶ ̶s̶e̶l̶f̶  and one of our pastors appro

And then one day...  NOVEMBER, 2017 . I was checking the Instagram for a short sec, and I saw my friend  posting some pics from her vacay in - you guessed it - Boise, Idaho . I mentioned to her the bit about Mark wanting to move there, but me not being ready, and us committing to pray about it... OH! Let's rewind five months, back to when Mark and I were sitting in Eagle, contemplating a move there... " If only there were a Compass Bible Church here, " I said. " I'd move tomorrow . " I said. Okay, keep that in mind, now back to November and me messaging my buddy~~ "Compass Bible Church, Boise????" I joked. (You know that feeling you get when you text someone and you see this ...) Yep. You know.  Well that's what she did. FOR. EH. VER. And I'm all, "What is she writing???"  And she's all,  And I'm all, "WHAT ARE YOU WRITING??????" And she's all,  An

I think it started two years ago... no wait, it started 39.8 years ago, when Mark was born. That's when God first put the desire to move out of California in Mark's heart, the moment he took his first breath. As he grew up, California never felt home to Mark. It never sat well, it didn't feel right, he wasn't settled. Multiple times growing up Mark asked his parents to move out of state. To mountains. To space. To God's country. But the answer was no. Fast forward to me. I LOVE California.  I love it here! I love the mountains and the foothills and the deserts and the oceans, OH how I love the oceans. Leaving California has never been a thought in my mind, never occurred to me as a possibility, never, ever, EVER a desire. And then we met, me and Mark, California alien and California poster-child. God is funny, no? I think, in God's graciousness to me, I was given the most patient man on the planet to be my husband. Though his heart has always bee