Easy Button - Continued

The whole object of my going up to Michigan to be with my family was to give my husband a break from being my full-time caregiver and to get a "jump-start" on my new "detox" program, right? It was supposed to be like the Easy Button. But I think we pressed the wrong button. Because shortly after I got to Michigan we found out that we were going to have to move.

Now, in order to understand the full impact this news had on us, you would have to know a few things: 1) We have moved A LOT in our ten years of marriage; probably more than most people move in a lifetime, and we were DONE with moving. 2)Our house and our property was our "dream house." We had always talked about living on 10 acres out in the country, but we thought we would have to find a piece of land and slowly build a home on it. But when we first drove up to this house, I just could not believe it; the perfect piece of land with a beautiful house already built on it! So we had poured our hearts into this home and this land. We painted most of the rooms and even painted a football field on the wall of the office, where we hung all of our football memorabilia. My husband laid a beautiful paver patio, with a walkway leading out to the pool we put in. He made me a prayer garden under a big tree in the front yard. We had stocked our pond with hundreds of fish and had been feeding them every night and watching them grow. My husband had made me a tree swing in the back yard. We had planted trees in memorial to the babies we had lost. We had fallen in love with our home and put down roots for the FIRST time in our marriage. This was devastating. 3)We had less than 3 weeks to pack up and move, and we had no where to move. 4)I was in no condition to pack, and I was 1000 miles away!

I think I cried for 48 hours straight. And I spent the next few weeks with a giant knot in my stomach and a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't even pray. I could not fathom why God would allow this to happen to us in the midst of all of the other major things we were experiencing. And I remember thinking, "One of us is going to have a heart attack or a nervous breakdown." I honestly was afraid for my husband's emotional well-being; he'd already been at his breaking point before we got this latest news. I mean, that's why I was in Michigan in the first place. He was already overwhelmed, and the last thing he needed was to make the biggest move of our lives ALL BY HIMSELF. I shared my concerns with a couple of people from my church and even asked them to please check in with him because I was so concerned. NOT A SINGLE PERSON FROM OUR CHURCH CONTACTED EITHER OF US IN ANY WAY DURING THOSE 3 WEEKS THAT WE WERE GOING THROUGH SOME OF THE MOST DIFFICULT DAYS OF OUR LIVES. NOT ONE. This broke my heart even more.

To Be Continued...