People say many things when we tell them we are moving to Ireland. My Mom is one of them. Over the last few months, her favorite question was "Where will you live?", to which we had no direct answer, except, "In Dublin I guess?"
See, I have a theory about the unknown. I think there's probably a law that says things have a way of working themselves out all on their own. In our house, this theory is called the 'Dont Worry, Jon Will Handle It' law. When this law is in effect, all I have to do is pack my bags and go. This law gives me the freedom as a wife to simply trust that my husband has our best interests at heart, and will take the initiative to take care of us in the future. This law also gives him the freedom to make plans he thinks are the optimum choice for us.
Sometimes, this law is seriously stupid. That's why I call it a theory, because theories always look great before real life tests them. In theory, the "Don't Worry" part of the law looks a lot more like me worrying a great deal, nagging a ton, and/or criticizing bad choices. Sometimes the "Jon Will Handle It" part of the law looks more like Jon doesn't know what the heck he's doing, forgot to remember to handle it, and/or handled it the wrong way.
For instance, our last apartment. Jon said it was smaller, but a great deal, and seemed legit. So we went and glanced at it once (in a perfunctory attitude), and told them we'd take it. Well. It was not until we had paid first (out of many) month's contractual rent, got the keys, and took pizza to our spankin' new place, that I realized: no dishwasher, cat-pee carpet, 3yr old boy living right on our heads. More like IN my head after a few months of torturous running back-and-forth across our bedroom/living room ceilings at all hours of the day/night. All things that I would have avoided had I chose our new place myself. The law had failed me! Maybe I should have taken more initiative and made more decisions!
But just by moving there from our old (spacious, clean, upstairs) place, and washing EVERY dish we ever dirtied, we were able to pay off our credit debt and our second car, and start this awesome journey we're on now. These things and more work together for the good of those who love God, says Romans 8:28. So when I trust in Jon to do things like find us a place to live when we move to a new country, Im putting my trust in God to work things out. Thats really what my theory comes down to in the end. Jon will fail, but God will never.
PS Mom!
We found a place to live! They are a retired couple in Clontarf, Ireland, which is 6km from City Centre in Dublin, where Jon will be working. They have graciously offered us a room to stay in for our first week there, to give us a chance to find yet another (hopefully furnished!) apartment to rent.
See? My law is working again. Hopefully he finds a place on the TOP floor this time.
