How we told the children.

Here are the fab four last Sunday, after church. I mean seriously, how cute are they?  They have no idea what's about to happen.  They just know that we told them to go inside and have a seat on the couch for a family meeting.  I know I have not shared the story of our calling, but it's taking me longer to write.   In the mean time, here's how we told the children.  

David and I kept looking at each other as if to say, "Are you going to tell them? I'm not going to tell them, you tell them!" Ha! Don't you love that after you've been with someone for so long that you can read their mind and communicate without words?  Anyway, I told them.  I told our four little people that  sometimes in life God asks you to do something.  Something big.  And that when God asks us to do something, anything we must obey.  I told our four little people that God was asking our family to move to Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and that we were being obedient and leaving in just a few weeks.  I told them that they were going to go to a new school, meet new friends, have a new church family, and that we were going to have two bathrooms.  The two bathrooms may or may not have sealed the deal for them.  Since that time, we have read Genesis 12 more than once and talked at length about how God called Abram to move his family and all of his belongings to a new land.  We are just really thankful God told us where we were going before we left!  Currently, we are praying for their tender, little hearts that this would be a smooth transition for them, that they would quickly meet new friends, that they would love their new school, that they would quickly feel at home in our new church, and that God (who knows them and loves them even more and even better than we do) would use this special event in our life to reveal more about Himself to them.