I remember when God closed the doors for us to stay in California and everything pointed to moving to North Carolina. It was obvious and scary. I’m from NC, so there was some comfort in that for me. However my entire adult, married life had been spent in northern California. The thought of new friends, new church, new jobs, and a new home– with toddlers–was unnerving. I remember thinking what if we hate it there, what if we can’t find jobs, what if we can’t get a loan to build on the land we bought, what if, what if, what if… (continue reading).