where oh where has my husband gone

this move has been crazy. in the process of us getting here, it seems pretty clear that God has worked out a bunch of details that we couldn't possibly have arranged or finagled ourselves. we feel confident that this was the right move at the right time.

once we got here last week, it was time for chris to find a new job. the plan was that he would get a job & i would be able to quit working so i can be a better homeschooling mom. with brooke's aspie challenges, she needs more than i've been able to give her while i was working even though i've only been working 2 days a week most weeks. my goal is to change that and be super teacher/mommy starting in august or september when we resume the necessary evil that is schooling.

we arrived on tuesday night. friday i was contacted on by a mutual friend of ours who was the best man in our wedding, but who we haven't seen in several years. he had a job suggestion for chris. chris emailed his resume friday night. he texted a couple times back & forth with the potential employer over the weekend & he was told to be at an address at 9am monday morning. we thought he was going for an interview.

when the guy showed up to meet him monday morning, he said, "you ready to go to (fill in the blank of a city a couple hrs away)?"  chris said he guessed so but he'd need to return the car to the house. he called on his way back here & asked me to pack him a bag. he thought he'd be gone one night. okay, that was monday morning & here it is, the wee hours of friday morning & he hasn't come back yet. i've talked to him on the phone a couple times & we've texted quite a bit, but it's so weird to me that he went for an interview and then was gone for 4 days and counting on a business trip, with no warning. i've joked that he either just got a great job or he got kidnapped. every day when we communicate he tells me that he thinks he's coming home that day or the next day. maybe he'll come home tomorrow.

it's kind of strange living with his parents and him not even being here. i heard on the news though, a couple days ago, that for every job opening available right now in america, there are 4 people trying to push their way into it. so i can't complain that he got a job, he likes it, he's working enough hours that there should be a lovely paycheck in our near future. he didn't even have to hunt for the job, so once again, it feels like a God thing. i believe that, but i hope he won't be gone this much all the time.