Today is my official first day in our new home in Lyon, France.
Just under a month ago, and a few days before I made a visit home to see family, Trent met with his agent to discuss the direction of the season.
Nearly six months into our time in Milan, Trent’s minor role for a major club was well-established.
We’d quietly known for some time there was a possibility we’d be changing teams. A few moves even came close, but ultimately fell through; one, which was particularly disappointing, on Christmas Eve day.
Although the basketball aspect of being in Milan was a challenge, the overall situation was good. This isn’t always the case in overseas basketball, so we counted ourselves fortunate. Ultimately, Trent and his agent concluded we’d likely be spending the rest of the season in Milan, despite a less than ideal role for Trent on the court.
A few days later as I packed my bags for the States, it was the first time I really felt some closure on being in Milan the rest of the season.
I threw a few sweaters in a suitcase as I told Trent with a laugh, You know this is how it works, right? We’re happy in Milan and even though basketball’s not perfect, we’ve finally established we’ll pretty much be here for the rest of the season. Now, I’m gonna go home for two weeks and you’ll call me to tell me you’re changing teams.
In a matter of the few weeks I was in the States, Trent was offered and accepted the opportunity to join a new team, ASVEL, in Lyon-Villeurbanne, France. Due to red tape, technicalities and all the fun legal stuff that goes along with terminating contracts and signing new ones, our move was delayed two weeks.
By the time I returned to Milan, we had nine days to finish up packing before moving to Lyon.
Looking back, it’s easy to thank God for not answering that particular Christmas prayer or any other I’d said in asking for another situation.
At the time? Well, I’ll save the story in favor of sparing you my overly dramatic why God reaction.
So now we’ve returned in France, a country that holds a sizable piece of my heart. I’m certainly not naive enough to believe there is a place in the world that’s perfect.
But I currently find myself in a beautiful city while Trent is joining old friends as teammates.
Dare I say I’m happy for every dropped deal and coinciding disappointment?
It’s true. I am. He still knows best. And hindsight’s 20-20.
You told me so…Thanks, God.