The Beginning of the End, or the End of the Begnning?

I can use many different words to define myself. I am a teacher, a reader, a traveler, a Master's student, a writer, a lover of cooking and good food, and an independent woman. Oh, yes, I am an an almost-pastor's wife.
Growing up, I never ever imagined or wanted to be a pastor's wife. I like stability and the abililty to plan. Our vacation plans include a down to the hour (or sometimes minute!) itinerary that are planned months in advance. (I get this from my mother.) So, the last thing I ever wanted was to marry someone planning to have an unpredictable life. However, I fell in love with a pre-seminary student and married him just before he started seminary. Almost 4 years after getting married, we are at the end of his seminary education, with Call Day (the day he finds out his first placement) only 6 days away. We then have about 2 months to find housing (and close on our first house if it is a possiblilty), find myself a job, and move our entire lives. Did I mention that we are going on vacation in Great Britain for two weeks of that time frame? This is driving the planner in me nuts. Pete is not even a pastor yet, and I am already frustrated by the ministry life.
However, I do know one thing. God can work in any situation. Even if the call we get is not what we would consider ideal, God can still do good work anywhere. In the week before Call Day, Jeremiah 29:11 resonates: "'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.'" (NIV) Even if I don't know the plan, there is someone who does. And that gives comfort.