On the way home from work last night it hit me full force how much life can completely change in a few months.

Late last summer we were coming home from a trip when my husband mentioned a tremor that had developed in his arm. We had, on occasion, discussed an “active adult” neighborhood that we wanted to move into when he turned 60 (he is 55), but with this new development, we heard a still small voice say ‘move now while you have two incomes to qualify for the mortgage, etc’.

In the space of 6 weeks we went from “not even on the horizon” to “for sale” – it wasn’t without drama – we discovered several things that needed to be done to our existing house before we could sell it (meaning $$$$$$), we had a full travel schedule and very little time to get the house in order, but we plunged in, swallowed our pride, and asked for help. A LOT of help.

More than one person asked us along the way “why now? What’s the rush?” and all we could say was we heard the voice that said MOVE NOW. Some of our acquaintances thought we had lost our minds…. our friends probably did too, but most of them have their own experience with ‘the still small voice’ so they just pitched in and helped.

Long story short, we moved into the new place on December 23rd. On December 30th my husband got sick, spent a week in the hospital in January, and has been disabled and unable to work ever since. But we are in a smaller, one-story house, with less mortgage, lower monthly bills, and have several friends in the new neighborhood who stop by, give rides, etc. We have been (mostly) taking it in stride, one day at a time, but last night the enormity of it washed over me all at once. And I thought THANK GOD we listened to that voice…even when people thought we were nuts… because we are OK now, even with life turning completely upside down.

I wonder if that’s how Noah felt when it started to rain….