Uncertainty & regret

So we moved in May and Chas promptly got a job out of town. I am with him now and glad of it. Trying to make sure he is recovering from a tummy bug. Poor guy. I'm glad he's not on his own dealing with this. It is nice to feel useful again, getting him pepto and ginger ale. Problem is: I don't want to go back home. Did we know what we were doing when we left? Yes. It was an informed decision and we have experienced many blessings. But I'm still not sure it was the right thing to do. I have to trust that the Lord can take our willfulness and, if we do our best to do right, will make right our choice.