"Go West Young Man" he had heard God's call. His wife not so sure. I didn't really want to leave my family, friends, beautiful home, and church. I had a really great life, two beautiful children, a wonderful husband, and a sweet little puppy. Yet here I was packing up my belongings leaving all the things I love, heading for the dreaded Oregon, I mean really they didn't even have an outlet mall with in an hour drive. Seriously, this isn't even civilization. (Those of you who know me, know I kind of like to shop). So I packed and packed with a rather grumbling attitude. I mean really we didn't even know what we were gonna do when we got here, but Jerry felt a calling and had a good job waiting for him here. I knew in my heart this was God's plan, but no my foolish pride didn't want to admit it. Packing the moving truck was so traumatic I cried all the way to the Michigan border, I had never been so happy to be stuck for three days in a vehicle, because at least I didn't have to ride with Jerry. Never mind that he is the love of my life and really does a good job of taking care of me and giving me almost anything I have ever wanted, he was the enemy and he must pay. I made sure he paid, I made him miserable. I whined and cried and yelled and said mean things anything to let him know what he had done to me, and how it was all his fault. He bent over backward (at times) to try to make me happy, but it was a deeper issue. I didn't want to be happy. Every bump in the road was a huge deal and more reason for me to let him have it. My brother in law had been preaching in church about dealing with conflict. I of course had no conflicts, I didn't know anyone in Oregon. I didn't want to acknowledge that perhaps I had a conflict with Jerry. I sat through a revival about dealing with a biblical family, I felt bad about how I treated Jerry. I just wanted to be the spoiled child who threw a tantrum and not try to fix the issue. Well the end of the story is, I decided to just get over it and realize that God has us here for a purpose. I need to do my best to be a blessing instead of a burden. I can't believe the difference in getting that right. It made so much of a difference. I could look around and see God's blessings instead of what I was labeling a nightmare. I guess the moral of the story is Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. Or Romans 8:28And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.