A Moving Decision Dad helped on November 2015:
On Leslie, my husband’s death, I was set free of many things. One was the responsibility of taking care of my husband’s mother: that care passed to Leslie’s sister. It also meant I was “free” to be pestered by neighbor’s daughters looking for drugs at all hours. Not a good situation. Knowing that ultimately, I was moving from Muskogee, OK anyway the only choice was where to move. I could: (1). Go live by my father and step-mother, Shirley in OKC, OK or (2). Go live by my grandchildren in Tarpan Springs, FL. Each had their pros and cons.
Although I was still in shock from Leslie’s death, I began praying about where I should go but received no resolution or peace. One day, my sister who was helping me and I met my folks and other’s at our half-way drive point (halfway between OKC and Muskogee, OK) for a meal. I got to sit by my dad this time and was tickled pink to get the “chosen spot”. Dad sat and talked to me for a little while, then he asked me if I had made any decision on where I was going to live. I told him how I was “feeling” about each place but that God had not directed me to either yet. Uncharacteristic of him because he never gave advice unless asked, my Dad then said, ”Dona, your grandchildren are growing up. You only get a few years with them before they will not listen to you anymore. If you are going to go be with them, now is the time.” While he was speaking, I felt God’s peace descend on me and the Holy Spirit was on me, filling me with power. I knew what decision that God wanted me to make. I knew that my Dad would accept whatever decision that I made so I did not worry about disappointing him about not moving to be with him in OKC. God did not usually speak to me through my Dad to determine ways to go but this time He did. Others were not so cool with my decision but I knew God had spoken and pushed on. Praise His Name Forever!!!!
It has been One year six months since my move to be near my grandchildren in FL and now my Dad is gone to heaven. Satan has whispered in my ear that I could have spent that time in OKC with my Dad but I know that I would have missed the peace that I have here in FL. I am a bunch better physically and mentally than I was before moving and I enjoy living here. I am so glad God had me move here! I am so glad that it was my Dad that God worked through to send me that message of where to go because now I just tune Satan out! I just relax in God’s peace living where He has planned.