Well, maybe. Gary is going to South Carolina for a job for at least three months. We don’t know what the Lord has in store after that. The job may go on after that, but we don’t know if he will be asked to stay on or if the Lord will want us all to move there or what.
So here we are again. In another state of transition. That seems to be our permanent state of residence. Pennsylvania would like to own us. But they may not get much of a chance!
We don’t know what the Lord is doing, but He said yes about the job in South Carolina. It’s a great opportunity. It’s the job we’ve been wanting for the last four or five years. But Gary is not excited about it because he doesn’t want to leave us. We feel like the rest of us are to stay here at least for a while. Some of us feel that God is saying PA is our home.
Personally, it hasn’t felt like it to me. The homeschool law is enough to make me run from here screaming. After five years of freedom in Illinois and Missouri, I don’t like being put in more bondage to the state, excuse me, commonwealth, than ever. I can’t believe the stranglehold the local schools have on homeschoolers here. They feel so bound by the portfolios and rules that the state law has put them under. My feeling is: Let’s get out of here! I know that not everybody can just up and leave, but maybe the Lord is making a way for me to go. I’ve been praying for PA while living here.
We love the mountains and the lay of the land. It’s a very pretty state. But the government sure is heavy-handed. And the school taxes are extremely high. And the public libraries are neglected.
So, we could use prayers again for wisdom and direction.
We almost got a van but have felt that the Lord said this is not the right van or the right time.
Things have been working out pretty smoothly for Gary to get down to South Carolina with a friend who will also be working at the same place.
I’m thankful for what He’s doing in our lives – even if I don’t understand it. I see His fingerprints all over the things that are happening.
We just met a neat group of people working here in York, ministering to people on the streets. They use food to draw people in and then give them spiritual food and love and are able to make a difference in many lives. The main headquarters for the ministry is a restaurant called the wHoly Chicken, believe it or not! Some of us may get involved with that in the near future.
Our journey continues. Who knows where we will go next. Home? We shall see. We’re just following the Lamb wherever He goes. Maybe He will lie down soon and establish us in a broad place where we can rest with Him.