We moved to North Dallas today. Law school is over and it’s time to move on and grow up. We’re going from an 800 square foot apartment to a 3200 square foot house – we’re going to have FOUR times more space. Unreal. The apartment was stuffed to the brim, overflowing with stuff that we may or may not need but were too busy to sort through. Gary pretty much just shoved things in whatever available nook or cranny that was available. And I just ignored the somewhat organized chaos because I just don’t have time to deal with it. Every time we’ve moved I’ve been in school so Gary has packed and unpacked without my help. While I’m so grateful that he did all that work on his own, it resulted in neither of us being able to find a lot of things. I had no idea where he put them and he couldn’t remember where he put them, so into the abyss they went. Maybe we’ll rediscover some of those lost things when we unpack! Fingers crossed.
Speaking of packing, Gary pretty much packed everything for this move as well. I was painting at the house and went to East Texas for a day so Gary packed while I was gone. I packed approximately one and a half boxes plus a couple bags full of stuff. Apparently I’m a slow packer. I’ll make up for it by doing most of the unpacking though. No worries.
While we move things into this new house we built and unpack boxes of our belongings, I’m led to contemplate how I got here. To this house. In this city. With this boy. I can’t help but marvel at it all. At the beginning of my freshman year of college my love of ice cream led me to go to an ice cream social in my dorm where I met Diana. Meeting Diana led me here. Diana became, among other things, my friend, my co-worker, my roommate. I had heard plenty about this boy she grew up with named Gary Combs, but I had never met him. At every event that we were both invited to, one of us couldn’t be there. Until Chris and Diana’s wedding. I was a bridesmaid. Gary was a groomsmen. And the rest is history. Seven months later Chris and Diana standing beside US at our wedding. Oh, life.
The summer that we were married, we lived in Plano for Gary’s internship. This was right before I started law school so we were only planning on being in the area for a few months. We figured that while we were around we’d go to church at Providence, where Chris and Diana went. The plan was that after the summer came to an end, we would find a church closer to school. Well, obviously that didn’t happen. We fell so in love with the people we had done life with for the past few months that we decided it would be worth it to make the drive to Frisco a couple times a week. We figured we’d move back to that area once school was over. Why we thought that then, I have no idea. I guess because both our families are around there.
Anyways, we spent 3 years going back and forth and back again. Over and over and over and over. At times, it got old. On weekdays it would take around an hour just to get where we were going. Usually we ended up spending the same amount of time in the car as we spent at our final destination. The people, however, at those destinations, were indeed worth it. They loved Jesus and they loved us and they made the drive worth it every time. I’m not sure we even know what a treasure we have found in these people we happened to stumble across. But I do know that we are immeasurably thankful for them. Through them we have seen God’s providence and provision and faithfulness. Through them we have learned what being the Church looks like.
Gary and I helped plant a church with these people we love so dearly. This church, Imago Dei Church, was planted in McKinney. So we looked for a house near there. Gary found Meritage (the home builder), which led us to this house.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that this is where I would be in life right now. Married to this boy. Living in this city. Moving into this house. May all of the glory for this beautiful plan be given to the One who deserves all praise. May this be a constant reminder of His faithfulness.
“Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.” – John Greenleaf Whittier