A Sign for a Sign?

Well, I haven't made many post as I figured would happen if I tried adding a blog to my long list of things to do, but I have had something in mind to write about but wanted to wait until I knew for sure how things were going to go.  So, I guess today is the day to add this post.  As you know, we were, as I put it in my other post "uprooted", but, yes, soon we will be planted again!  I signed papers on our soon to be new home today.  Some people are little upset with me for buying a house 8 hours away and I understand, but I also understand that when God has a plan for you he will open the doors that will lead you in the direction you are suppose to go.  Deciding to move so far away from the place you have lived your whole life is not that easy and executing that plan is even harder, but for whatever reason everthing has seemed to fall in place.  Michael and I truly believe that God has a plan for us and that this is what we are suppose to do. So with that said I will begin my story about A Sign for a Sign.

When we sold our two houses, one during the flood scare and the other contracting two weeks after listing, I still didn't think we would get to look for a house until spring when Michael got released from the current job he is on.  So when he was given a chance to take an extra week off before Thanksgiving holidays, I was a little shocked and excited to get a chance to go and begin our search for a new home even if it did mean that we would just be getting a chance to learn more about the area.  I really didn't have any expectations of finding something within the few days we were going to spend up there.  But something inside me wondered if this extra time Michael had received off from work had actually been orchestrated by God, afterall, this was something that never happened.  As we began our trip I prayed that God would give me a definite sign if we did see the house we were suppose to by.  As we looked at houses I saw a few I liked and a few I didn't like, but there was not any overwhelming feeling of "this is the one"!  It wasn't until we had looked at everything on our list that our realtor mention looking at a house that wasn't on the market yet.  The owners had been out of town but were planning to put it up for sale when they got back and yes, that had just come back from out of town.  Michael was in love as soon as we crossed the creek to get to it and then pulled up to a house on ten acres.

And, even though the house was really nice and we both liked it I wasn't quite convinced yet.  Mainly because I wasn't having that "feeling".  Well, God knows me pretty well, and he knows I'm more of a literal gal than a feelings gal.  So when I walked into the bathroom and saw this sign on the wall I kind of freaked out a little in my head.

You really won't understand why unless you read my post about "...a time to plant and a time to uproot...Ecclesiastes 3:2"  Here is the link:

http://itskatehughestalking.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-to-plant-and-time-to.html

What makes this post so special? I felt like this was what God was speaking to me when I was stressing out about all the change and of the selling, moving and looking for another house.  That is what inspired the Ecclesiastes post!

Even after this I still prayed that if this wasn't the house we were suppose to buy that He would close the doors to buying it.  Each step we took, I would remind God he still had a chance to stop us.  But, he hasn't and everything has gone smoothly even with everything being done long distance.  So, I don't know why we are suppose to make this move and I hope that we have heard God right, but I ask that everyone that reads this will say a pray for us that he will show us Why we are moving up there and What it is that we are suppose to do when we get there!

Rocks and Rings

I'm surrounded by males in this family, Michael, Cash, Scout (the cat) and even the fish are all males!  Maybe one day we will have another female added to our family but until then I must get use to being surrounded by boy things. There's trucks, planes, boats, camo, guns, and dirt!  But, every once in awhile the boys in the family take the time to remember me.  For example, today I received my belated 10th anniversary present, a beautiful pearl ring.  I love my husband for caring about me enough to buy me such nice things for important occasions but I want to share this not to brag about my ring, but to brag about my rock.  You see, Cash currently loves rocks, and everytime he finds some he makes sure to hand me one or two also.  I didn't think much of it, and even sometimes got a little annoyed that I had to carry around a rock, but then one day it dawned on me how much it meant for Cash to give me a rock.  He wasn't just handing me a rock, by handing me something that means so much to him, he was handing me a symbol of his love.  So, whether it's a beautiful pearl ring or a dirty old rock, they are all symbols of love for me from my boys. I hope, that as time goes by, I never take things for granted and that I always remember how much even the small things mean when they are done in love.

Little House on Pecan Street

This was our first house. I wish I could find the picture of it when we first moved in to show how much it changed but it is packed up in storage somewhere.  Just imagine a white house with blue shutters and lots of azalea bushes!

My Favorite Tree



Us posing under my favorite tree, even Scout made it in some of the portraits!



Cash is going to take you inside for a tour.

The Living Room

Reading a story!

Me in the Kitchen making a cake.



Michael grilling



Cash, doing what he does best, playing!

 Cash's Bedroom

                                                                      Our Bedroom

The End!

I was so thankful to have my good friend, Jami Ainsworth, come and take pictures of us in and around our house, before we moved, to document our life as it was.  She did an excellent job capturing the small details of our home and our life! If you want to see more of her work check out her blog:

http://japimages.blogspot.com/



...a time to plant and a time to uproot...Ecclesiastes 3:2

Right now I feel as if my world has been uprooted.  In the past year I have lost my grandfather (Pop), sold a rent house, watched my grandmother (Memom) as Alzhemier's has taken over her mind and as she has become so physically disabled that she's had to be put in a nursing home and now most recently unexpectedly sold my home, of 6 years, in two weeks!  Yes, we were planted but now we are definitely uprooted.  I loved my little house, but I cussed and fussed about not having enough room and we have discussed moving away and that we needed to go ahead and see if we could sell our house in this economy.  So we decided to go ahead and put our house on the market just to see what would happen. I figured it would stay on the market at least till next spring, but within two weeks we had an offer!  Secretly I wanted to reject the offer but I knew it was time to pass this house on to another couple who needed their first house and this is the perfect house for a first house.  We had to be out two weeks ago today and it has been very emotional for me.  I didn't know it would be so hard to leave behind my first house. So, right now we are in a transition stage, staying some at the camper with Michael while he is working in Lake Charles and some at my Mom's house.  We won't even be able to look for a house till probably around spring when Michael is done with this job. Until then I will keep my sanity by reminding myself that even though this is a time to uproot, soon it will be a time to plant again.

...a time to uproot...
Me, Michael and Cash posing in the front yard of our "First House"
1104 Pecan Street

...a time to plant...
The new owners, The Caldwells', posing for me in front of their "First House".
 I made them pose for a picture.  I'm sure they think I'm crazy,
but I don't care as long as I have my picture for the scrapbook, haha!

My First Post!

Bare with me, this is my first post and I'm not real sure what I'm doing yet! A good friend of mine convinced me that I needed to start one, so here it is!!! As if I don't have enough to keep up with I am adding a blog to the list! I guess I can start off by getting you all caught up on my life till now. Don't worry this won't take long.

I was born and raised in Vidalia, La. I graduated Vidalia High School in 1998. I married my husband Michael in June of 2001. We had our first child, Cash, in July of 2008. And this is where I will start with the pictures because I didn't have a digital camera very long before this!

Michael Cash Hughes 7lbs 7oz, 20 1/2 inches

That was then and...



...this is Now!

Ok, so this is all I'm going to post for now. Maybe one day I can add pictures of Cash between Then and Now but he has so many to choose from it would take me quite awhile to pick them out!