When Trey and I were in San Antonio with his family over Christmas, Trey had lunch with a friend who mentioned he was trying to get out of the database world and into music ministry. Later that night, when our neice Makayla would crawl out of my lap she would say “I coming back, I coming back.” And I cried when we left because I was afraid it’d be so long before I saw them again that that sweet little girl would have forgotten me.
In early February Trey’s friend got a job as a music minister leaving his Database Director position at Oak Hills church. Trey filled out an application and submitted his resume and a week later had a phone interview. A few weeks after that, Oak Hills flew us both out to San Antonio. Trey spent the whole day in interviews and I spent the whole day apartment hunting. And later that night, when Makayla crawled out of my lap she said “I will be right back.” And I cried when we left because she had grown up so much in such a short time and because that sweet little girl hadn’t forgotten me.
Last week, Trey was offered the job at Oak Hills church and accepted it Friday evening…just in time for his birthday. On Saturday, Trey’s sister Robin called to wish Trey a happy birthday and the girls (Mary Beth – 6, Isabella – 4, and Makayla – 2) all sang to him. And when they had finished singing “Happy Birthday,” little Makayla just kept on singing. About 30 seconds after he got off the phone with them (after much persuasion because Mak didn’t want to say goodbye), Robin called back because “Makayla didn’t get to talk to Aunt Leslie.” While listening to that sweet little voice tell me she had to drink her apple juice and that she wanted to sing me a song, Trey and I both started crying.
The first and only time we’ve cried about this move was because we can’t wait to go.
So that’s it. As of mid April, Trey and I will be residents of San Antonio, Texas. I’ve lived in South Carolina my whole life, and every time I’ve moved in the past, I’ve done it begrudgingly behind a veil of snot and tears. But not this time. Sometimes, when God has a plan for you, a plan for great change, he just opens your heart right up and all the sudden, something that used to be so scary and horrible, seems like the best thing that could ever happen to you.
San Antonio, here we come.