MIL announced via group text to family last night that God has told her to move to a house on 5 acres in the middle of a working ranch community outside of Kerrville. Now, it wasn't even 2 years ago that God had instructed her to sell the 250 acre ranch north of Harper and move into an idyllic, gated 55+ community in Kerrville. All the family applauded that decision and her being 3 minutes from an HEB (when it's open) and 5 minutes to doctors, hospital, etc. Plus she was getting far more frequent visits from her kids (we're the closest in Austin, the others are in Houston and Dallas) which she appreciated because the house + Kerrville were just more inviting. This was her "dream house" that she was so thankful God had provided for her.
Welp, apparently her god is easily bored & wants her to move her senior citizen butt 20-30 minutes farther out into the sticks. Which means we get to help pack up her shit again & help her get settled. She'll be farther away from her friends & essential services which is a concern at her age. My wife sent a WTF text to her sis and bro last night and asking if they knew anything about this. Both responded with "it's mom, what are you going to do when God gives her instructions" kinda shrug. When pressed about why she no longer likes her "dream house" she offers taxes and not being able to see the night sky as brilliantly as she could at the old ranch. She just had a new stone patio w/ gas fire pit installed that we all gathered around drinking wine & marveling at the beautiful sunset from the bluff above the river at Thanksgiving.
So only my wife is raising the concern about their 76 YO mom making massive decisions due to instructions from god. Moving from a one-story, senior-designed home that she's pumped $150K into in renovations over the last 12 months to a larger, two-story house on acreage she will have to pay to have maintained that a church friend of hers is trying to unload should be setting off warning alarms everywhere. All I know is that this means I get to help re-pack and move all of her #%^$@ books and knick-knacks again, and then spend countless hours on the phone being her remote IT support again.