The clock barely struck 5 a.m. and my mind was already a blur. Moving day had come. In the chaos of boxes and a to-do list as long as the Nile River, I was about to embark on the greatest journey of faith my family had ever lived.
It was more than an interstate move, it was faith in action. That day we would pack up our belongings in a moving van, leave our jobs, and the only environment our kids had ever known for a land unknown- Orlando, FL. Just because God said so.
The move was pure superhero, really. Let me trace the story.