By Kristine John
My post will be short today.
Our family is moving from Silver City, NM to Queen Creek, AZ.
The last month has been a bit harried (although I'm coming to believe I'll always be at least a bit harried).
Mid-October I was called as our ward Relief Society President.
I spent the next two weeks praying, pondering and poring over names as I was guided to choose counselors to serve with me in the Relief Society Presidency.
At the beginning of November, my husband received an unsolicted e-mail asking for him if he was interested in a job.
He contacted the company and had an interview lined up within the week.
Two days after his interview, he was offered a job, and having fasted and prayed about it over the weekend, we knew it was the right move for our family.
So now I sit here, 3 weeks from a move, soon to be released from my *long* stint (3 months on Sunday) as RSP, contemplating where my nearest ANWA group will be so that I can start planning to attend a chapter meeting.
Am I slightly insane?
Or just happily guided by the Lord?